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The Three Kings: Poem — A. C. M. 3 

Our Seal — Prof. Boudousquie 4 

Conscience and the Moral Law — W. A. Schmitt, '08 5 

Lines to Fr. Jannin, S. J. — Old Student 12 

The Ride of King Charles — A. J. Hahn, '10 14 

My Rose: Poem — A. Touart, '09 18 

Uncle Remus — J. C. Dowe, '10 19 

Capturing the Outlaws — A. R. Turregano, '11 22 

The Poet: Poem — Eyon 25 

The Sublime— W. H. Kelly, '11 26 

The Fate of a Striker — T. V. Craven, '09. 32 

Kites with Tails too Long — J. T. Becker, '12 37 

To My Auto: Poem — J. L. Blouin, '09 39 

The Angel's Story — F. L. Smith, 1st. Acad. 40 

Joan of Arc: Poem 43 

My Friend, the Suffragette — J. E. Duggan, '10 44 

Winning a Game — C. W. Kevlin, '08 47 

Editorial 52 

Societies 55 

Athletics 60 

S. H. C. and Victory, Football Bajlad— A. C.Bali, '10 75 

Alumni Notes 77 

College Notes 83 

Exchanges 90 

Third Division 92 




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JANUARY, 1909 

NO. 1 

Long, long, ado"Wn tl\e long-dra-wn aisles of Niglrt, 
lr\ siler\t Night's Cathedral darK arid drear, 
Wt|ose starless donqe looKed down on starless rr\ere, 

Tney "Watched — tl\ree Kings — and stretched tl\eir "Wearied 
sigljt : 

Wt\eri, lo T atlywart trie sorribre dorr\e, all-bright, 
L4Ke syrribol sanctuary larr\p, soft, clear, 
H liglyt — a star— dethroning Nignt arid Fear, 

Inspired trjeir irirriost soul ■Witt) cairn delight. 

" Follow I " Tt\ey gaze — tqeir tiUrriari breast I\0"W brave I 
" Follow T " It glearns aliKe o'er glebe arid glen. 

" Follow " Witl\ riorrie behind, arid still tl\ey crave 
To follow or], o'er rnotintain-crag arid fen, 

By strains and strides rnade stronger — to trie cave 
Wt}ere dwells tt\e TrUtri, tt\e Way, tt\e Liglyt of Men- 

H, C, M. 

On a broad shield, bearing the striking heraldry of St. 
Ignatius de Loyola, with the insignia of the noble Order of 
Jesus, stands wide open the book of real learning, lit by the 
flame of modern scientific attainment. 

In its plain outlines, the Sign of our redemption and eter- 
nal hopes, has by right the central field, and as tokens of our 
purity and spotless aims, are found emblematical flowers, 
reaching perfection at Spring Hill ; whilst small circlets of 
laurel indicate, on either side, the beginning of honors await- 
ing the earnest efforts made by youths, educated by our Alma 




There is nothing more characteristic of the modern spirit 
than the ever-growing tendency to cut loose from the time- 
honored tradition of the past. 

It is a tendency that has a certain fascination about it 
that immediately recommends it to that subtle sense of pleas- 
ure we all experience in the presence of whatever is new and 
strange. It is manifested not only in the adoption of new 
methods of writing history, in scientific beliefs, in law, poli- 
tics and education, but reaches far beyond these nto the sa- 
cred domain of religion. It would have the sublime and en- 
nobling doctrines of Christ, that have stood the test of count- 
less generations and created for us whatever of civilization we 
can boast, supplanted by every new-fangled system of specu- 
lation that any romantic philosophic theorist may think fit 
to launch upon the world. 

It will be the endeavor of this short paper to give some 
idea of the hopeless confusion which this craze for novel theo- 
ries on religious matters has introduced into the very funda- 
mental principles of the Natural Law. Theory after theory 
has been suggested to explain the origin and nature of that 
mysterious voice which is ever present to direct us by its 
secret warnings along the often unpleasant pathway of duty. 
The existence of the voice is a fact from which we cannot 
get away. Call it by what name we will, we cannot deny its 
reality. There is as much ground, or as little, says J. Marti- 
neau, for trusting to the report of the moral faculty, as for 
believing our perceptions in regard to an external world, or 
our intellect respecting the relations of number and dimen- 
sions ; whatever be the authority of Reason respecting the 
true, the same is the authority of Conscience for the right and 
good." It is as active within us as any other faculty of our 
being. It wrings the torturing secret from the guilty mur- 
derer and forces him to exclaim in the agony of his soul : 


"O, it is monstrous, monstrous ! 
Methought the billows spoke and told me of it. 
The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder, 
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced 
The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass." 

Its gentle, approving tones are like a soothing balm upon 
the soul and make it realize better than the most burning elo- 
quence of inspired oratory that 

"Thrice is he blessed who has his quarrel just, 
And he but naked, though locked up in steel, 
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted." 

It proclaims a law that is binding on every single indi- 
vidual of the human race, a law that is no respecter of time 
or place or person. It claims the obedience of the most be- 
nighted and degraded savage that roams at will through the 
wild jungles of Central Africa, as well as of the saintly an- 
choret who spends his days in the quiet and prayerful seclu- 
sion of his cell. It is as inexorable with the mighty con- 
queror, flushed with the full glow of recent victory, as it is 
with the humblest slave that he leads bound to the wheels of 
his triumphant chariot. 

These are facts borne in upon us by our daily experience ; 
now for the explanation of those facts. Some would have 
us believe that this mysterious voice making itself heard and 
felt through every fibre of our being is 
"but a word that cowards use, 
Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe." 
It is but a burden imposed on man by a fraudulent priest- 
hood, seeking nothing beyond their own personal aggrandize- 
ment. A marvelous feat certainly, and one that demands 
such an unheard of degree of sagacity and power that we may 
well ask who the individual was that is responsible for it. 
No, we certainly cannot be expected to accept such an expla- 
nation as this until something is shown to corroborate it. 

Some other explanation, then, must be found to account 
for this wonderful fact, and indeed there is no lack of them. 


Evolutionists come forward with their rather fanciful theory 
or, to be more accurate, theories of development. They as- 
sure us with all the force of dogmatic utterance, so strenuously 
objected to when coming from any other quarter, that con- 
science is nothing more than the acquired experience of suc- 
cessive generations, that the progenitors of our race started 
out utterly devoid of this moral sense, which we now call con- 
science; but that in the long, long course of ages men grad- 
ually came to adopt certain principles to regulate their social 
intercourse. All moral rules they tell us "are merely expres- 
sions of those social adaptations which, on the whole, and 
after infinite gropings, prove most serviceable in the preser- 
vation of groups of human animals in the struggle for exist- 
ence ;" or in a shorter and clearer form they will define moralty 
as "the sum of the preservative instincts of society;" or again 
it may be called "the result of all those experiences whereby 
mutually repellant individual animals were fused together 
into society and enabled to perpetuate a victorious existence." 
And this, they assure us, is the only explanation possible for 
any well-trained, scientific mind which admits the fact that 
man himself is nothing more than the result of a series of 
developments from some lower, extinct type of arboreal an- 
cestors. So certain indeed are these great scientific expo- 
nents of the evolutionary theory, that no less an authority 
than the distinguished Mr. Huxley informs us that "we shall 
sooner or later arrive at a mechanical equivalent of conscious- 
ness, just as we have already arrived at a mechanical equiva- 
lent of heat. A remarkable prophecy surely ; but then we 
are inclined to think, with George Eliot, that prophecy is 
about the most gratuitous form of human error. We fell cer- 
tain that these liberal-minded leaders of scientific thought 
will not take it amiss if we refuse to accept such a theory un- 
til they are able to advance more cogent reasons in their be- 
half. We are not yet quite prepared to subscribe to a creed 
that would have us believe we occupy no higher place in the 
economy of nature than that of well-developed anthropoids. 
Messrs. Darwin, Spencer, Haeckel, and a gradually increasing 


galaxy of lesser luminaries, may cry themselves hoarse din- 
ning in our ears their evolutionary gospel, that the ancestors 
of man had no moral fibre in their constitution, but that 
through long inherited experiences of the consequences of 
conduct, man has been rendered organically moral ; that good 
is universally the pleasurable ; that conscience is merely the 
social instinct, illuminated by intelligence ; that all rules of 
moral conduct are but expressions of those social adaptations 
which, on the whole, and after infinite gropings, prove most 
serviceable in the preservation of groups of human animals in 
the struggle for existence; we stand amazed at their magnifi- 
cent display of scientific acquirements, but we cannot forfeit 
our right to claim some proof for all these magniloquent state- 
ments. We have not, as yet, come across anything in the 
nature of a confirmation of the first grand fact upon which 
all these dogmatic utterances are based. When they have 
shown us that the genealogy of a St. Thomas Aquinas, a New- 
ton, a Milton and a Shakespeare can be traced back to some- 
thing resembling our modern chimpanzee or orang-outang, 
we may be in a better attitude of mind to listen to their 
strange gospel. 

To say that the good is universally the pleasurable, is to 
assert a doctrine that would be most disastrous in its conse- 
quences to the welfare of the human race. It will be an evil 
hour for the prosperity, temporal as well as spiritual, of 
mankind when we adopt such a standard of moral rectitude. 
For what will become of that generous spirit of self-sacrifice 
which prompts man to undergo the most trying hardships in 
order to protect the sacredness of his home and the peace and 
integrity of his native country? Who will spend himself in 
hard, ungrateful toil in order to procure the necessary suste- 
nance for a numerous and dependent family? Who will stir 
hand or foot to arrest the onward march of the mighty con- 
flagration that threatens to sweep away our proudest cities? 
Above all, who will strive to repress those base, relentless 
passions of our animal nature, which are continually clamor- 
ing for indulgence? 


Nor is there anything to recommend the helief that con- 
science is "merely the social instinct illuminated by intelli- 
gence" beyond the imposing formula in which it is expressed. 
For whence does this social instinct and its illuminating in- 
telligence arise? Are we to be told again that they represent 
the final stage in the development of some unknown pre- 
historic monster? If so, we are solving one problem by an- 
other ; we are basing theory upon theory till we find ourselves 
lost in such a labyrinth of unwarranted assumptions that we 
arc compelled to abandon the search as useless and retrace 
our steps again to the point from which we started. 

No, we cannot depart from the old traditions of our fore- 
fathers. We feel secure in the possession of an explanation 
which may not indeed appeal so strongly to the romantic 
element in our nature as do these fine-spun fancies of the 
brain, but which at the same time is far easier of comprehen- 
sion and does not impose so heavy a tax on our credulity. 

Natural Law then, according to the Christian acceptation 
of the term, is nothing else but a manifestation of God's will 
made to man through the natural light of reason. It is an 
inborn virtue and light, helping and directing the right exer- 
cise of man's rational nature. It is a heaven-born gift, in- 
tended by an all-wise Creator for the guidance of man's moral 
conduct. Conscience, its uncompromising minister, is ever 
speaking to us in unmistakable tones of kind approval or of 
stern rebuke. It remains with us wherever we go ; it accom- 
panies us into the most secret seclusion of our private life. 
That this law is from God, will be clear to anyone who re- 
flects for a moment on the fundamental truth that every law 
presupposes a lawgiver, and that the wisdom of a law is the 
measure of the wisdom, of him who made it. For as this 
innate sense of right and wrong is entirely independent of the 
will of men, and as it demands of us a most rigorous submis- 
sion to its dictates, even when those dictates are in direct 
opposition to the strongest inclination of our animal nature, 
it follows that it must have been imposed by one who is 
higher than man and entirely independent of him. Moreover, 


if a law can be considered as a fair measure of the wisdom of 
its maker, there is no doubt but the author of the Moral Law 
must be endowed with a most extraordinary degree of wis- 
dom. Now, this power, superior to and independent of man, 
and possessed of such marvelous insight into the workings of 
the human soul as is manifested by the Natural Law, can be 
none other than the great God of Heaven Himself; for He 
alone has the rigi;it to claim the unhesitating allegiance of the 
whole human race. 

Any explanation that runs counter to these first princi- 
ples of Christian philosophy would inevitably lead to the dis- 
ruption of the strongest ties that bind society ; in fact it would, 
in a very short time, reduce the human race to a state of the 
most savage barbarism. For if there be no God to whom we 
are accountable for the observance of the moral law, what is 
to check us in the pursuit of passion? Why should we refuse 
to indulge the worst animal instincts of our nature? True, 
they tell us there are certain standards of morality that are 
sufficient to keep us within the bounds of decency without 
appealing to God or a future life. But who has marked out 
these bounds of decency? What man or group of men has 
the right to prescribe for me how far I can go in the prosecu- 
tion of my animal instincts? Take away the strong bulwark 
of Christianity and immediately we shall experience the irre- 
sistible flood of crime and depravity sweeping like a mighty 
tidal wave over the whole earth, carrying away the proud 
civilization of centuries in its frantic course. But there is no 
need of drawing on our imaginations for a picture of the dire 
consequences of such a step. They have been made known 
to us in the fiendish excesses of what boasted to be one of the 
most enlightened nations of modern Europe. The lesson is 
writ large and in bloody characters across the period of the 
French Revolution. The name of God had been banished 
from the fair and sunny land of France, once the home of a 
St. Louis and a Joan of Arc, and forthwith there followed 
days "when the most barbarous of all codes was administered 
by the most barbarous of all tribunals ; when no man could 


greet his neighbors, or say his prayers, or comb his hair, with- 
out the danger of committing a capital crime; when spies 
lurked in every corner; when the guillotine was long and hard 
at work every morning; when the jails were filled as close 
as the hold of a slave-ship ; when the gutters ran foaming 
with blood into the Seine ; when it was death to be great-niece 
of a captain of the royal guards, or half-brother of a doctor 
of the Sorbonne, to express a doubt whether assignats would 
not fall, to have a copy of one of Burke's pamphlets locked 
up in a desk; when the daily wagon-loads of victims were 
carried to their doom through the streets of Paris, and the 
proconsuls, whom the sovereign committee had sent forth to 
the departments, revelled in an extravagance of cruelty un- 
known even in the capital ; when the knife of the deadly guil- 
lotine rose and fell too slow for their work of slaughter; when 
long rows of captives were mowed down with grape-shot ; 
when the proud city of Lyons was turned into a desert ; when 
in a word a few short months had sufficed to degrade France 
below the level of New Zealand." Those were terrible days, 
indeed, but nothing but what is to be expected if we wish to 
abolish God from the hearts of men, and substitute in His 
place some of the idols of our groundless theories. 

W. A. SCHMITT, B. S., '08. 



On hearing of the Death of Father Jannin. 

Then Death has taken him! "lis so, you say? 
It cannot be ! Why, friend, but yesterday 
We sat beneath his eye, and did rejoice 
Far more than in the roar 

Of holiday 
To listen to the lore — 

'Twas more than play — 
Refined in pouring through his music voice. 

Last March, you say? Why, then, it was the hour 
When violets, like his meekness, were in flower. 
But ah, it is the time the North Wind blows, 
And smites the best, the beautifullest rose, 
That falleth to the ground before her time, 
Just like his flowery manhood, in its prime. 

You say, he did not fear to part this life? 
Why should he fear, that nobly won the strife? 
Was ever man that loved God and obeyed, 
As he did love — was ever such afraid? 
Kind, patient soul, wilt thou forgive me now 
The solitary wrinkle on thy brow? 

Ah, could I see thee yet 

To tell thee my regret ! 
A hundred years were all too small, forsoothe 
To make repentance for the fault of youth. 

And near the chapel they have set a cross 
Above him, by the other heroes there? 

Haply a little mound o'erhung with moss 

Is all that lures the passer-by to prayer? 


May not some fair japonica still bloom 

Amid the Spring Hill gardens? Pluck the best 
And keep its beauty fresh above his tomb, 

In mem'ry of the flowers that ne'er depart, 
That grew within the sunshine of his heart, 
The flowers of Patience, Love and Labor bless'd, 
And o'er him pray: "Eternal be his rest." 

Jackson, Miss. 




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In his satire on the Vanity of Human Wishes, Dr. John- 
son has used the career of Charles XII of Sweden to point the 
moral of his poem. A more apt illustration could not have 
been chosen. Youthful, intrepid and of untiring energy, this 
Swedish king startled Europe by his exploits as a military 
commander, till admiration was turned to pity for his sudden 
overthrow and his untimely end. 

"He left a name at which the world grew pale, 
To point a moral or adorn a tale." 

The incident from his life which is here narrated reveals 
the character of the man. Simple in manner, bold and 
adventurous in disposition, his determination of will was only 
equalled by his physical endurance, which never seemed to 
have been conscious of fatigue. 

The beauteous eye of heaven was casting its golden rays 
over the eastern horizon, when a cavalcade of horsemen ap- 
peared on the broad avenue leading from the castle of the sov- 
ereign of Sweden at his capital. At the head of his guard 
rode King Charles. There was nothing in the garb of the 
war-like leader to distinguish him from the soldiers of his 
train. This gallant monarch and his officers were attired in a 
buff waistcoat of antique fashion and without the least orna- 
ment. Around the waist hung a sword sheathed in a leathern 
scabbard. The party appeared to be in haste, as if some ur- 
gent business called them forth thus early in the day. But 
in sooth their speedy gallop was the ordinary pace at which 
the restless and indefatigable king was wont to make his ordi- 
nary journeys. 

This royal personage was renowned for his wonderful en- 
durance on horseback. Sometimes for four and twenty hours 


successively he had kept the saddle, and thus traversed the 
greater part of his kingdom. At last none of his officers were 
found capable of following him, consequently he rode the 
greatest part of his journey alone, without taking a moment's 
repose and without any other subsistence than a bit of bread. 
This day's journey proved no exception to his usual practice. 
He was soon far ahead of his guard and was enjoying the 
grandeur of the scenery. The birds were carolling in their 
leafy bowers, for it was mid-May, the joyous boughs were 
swinging merrily in the whispering breeze, and the giants of 
the roadside had donned their newly acquired robes of tender 
green. The sun sent his golden hued streamers from the east 
upon the king and his suite. 

As the morning advanced the guards were unable to keep 
up with the pace of the king. This was nothing unusual, 
hence the troop rode leisurely forward amid daisied fields and 
cultivated uplands without thought of the risk or danger to 
their royal master. Meanwhile the king spurred onward with 
reckless haste. Noon came and later the shadows were de- 
clining from the west, and the restless Charles gave no heed 
to his weary panting steed. He seemed to imagine that his 
own unwearied spirit animated the fatigued courser on which 
he rode, but in spite of this, the gallant bay under him was 
panting and gasping. All at once the thoughtless rider was 
surprised in the midst of a forest by finding his horse sink 
under him, and ere he was aware of it the overheated beast 
was still in death. 

This catastrophe might have embarrassed an ordinary 
man, but it did not worry King Charles in the least. Sure of 
finding another horse, but not equally so of meeting with a 
good saddle and bridle, he took the trappings from his horse 
and placed them on his own shoulders and thus accoutred 
marched on to the next inn, which by good fortune was not 
far off. 

After the guards became aware that they could not keep 
pace with their king, they had lingered slowly behind. They 
were merrily chatting and laughing while riding at an easy 


canter. When they arrived at the spot where the King's 
horse had fallen, they came to a halt. At once they recog- 
nized the dead animal to be the property of the king, and be- 
came greatly perplexed as to the fate of his majesty. They 
then held a hasty consultation and concluded that their master 
had been attacked by a band of vile assassins, and the crimi- 
nals had taken the king prisoner. Immediately they rode to 
the village as speedily as possible to warn the inhabitants. 

As soon as King Charles arrived at the inn, he entered 
the stable and found a horse entirely to his mind. Without 
further ceremony he clapped on his saddle and housings with 
great composure and was just preparing to mount when the 
gentleman who owned the horse was apprised of a stranger 
going to steal his property. The owner, rushing out of the 
inn exclaimed: "Stop thief! That horse is my property." 
The speaker was attired in a brown riding habit and appeared 
to be a man of courage and resolution. 

"Do not be so hasty, my dear sir," replied King Charles. 

"Place my horse in the stable from whence you have just 
taken her, and do not talk to me in your polished language," 
replied the stranger. 

"But let me explain," said King Charles. 

"I desire none of your explanations. Why are you en- 
deavoring to run away with my horse?" asked the owner. 

"Because," answered King Charles, quietly, "if I have no 
horse I will be obliged to carry the saddle myself." 

"Put my horse in the stall," replied the stranger. "Your 
cool presumption will not succeed with me." 

"Be pacific, my dear sir, and you shall soon know why I 
have acted thus," replied the king, not making any move to 
replace the animal. 

"Do as I bid you!" exclaimed the stranger, placing his 
hand on his sword. 

"Hear me," replied King Charles, grasping his sword 
also, to be ready for any emergency. 


"I will not repeat my command again," replied the 
stranger," but if you do not return my horse to the stall, your 
life will be in great danger." 

The king stood calm and expectant. 

"Draw now, draw, if you desire to live, or you shall never 
have another opportunity to steal," exclaimed the infuriated 

King Charles unsheathed his sword, and the steel blades 
flashed like lightning. Never a word was spoken by the com- 
batants. Each defended himself with marvelous skill. The 
king, unwearied by his long ride and the mishap, which caused 
his adventure, remained on the defensive. The owner of the 
charger was bold and skillful, but could not break through the 
steady guard of the experienced Charles. 

Suddenly a body of horsemen, the king's guard, appeared 
at the gate and, seeing the condition of affairs, rushed to the 
aid of the king. No injury had befallen either man. King 
Charles then said to his opponent: "My dear sir, when you 
first came out of the inn and took me to be an ordinary horse- 
thief, I was ready to explain to you who I was, and what 
misfortune had befallen me, but you were so greatly excited 
that you would not permit me. I am King Charles of Swe- 
den, and these my body-guard. As I was riding my horse fell 
dead under me. I came to the inn, and took the best horse, 
as I was wont. It is a favor no loyal subject refuses." 

"My King," replied the other, greatly surprised, "I was 
too easily excited, and when I saw you preparing to ride off 
on my horse, I took you to be an expert horse-thief. I am 
very, very sorry for the unfortunate mistake of mine, and I 
am indeed happy that no injury has resulted from the en- 
counter. Take my horse with the best wishes, and I sincerely 
hope that on her you shall enjoy many and many a ride." 

"Kind friend," replied King Charles, "I not only accept 
your gift, but admire your bravery. I thank you for your 
kindness in making me the possessor of your graceful courser, 
and I shall make her proud to bear a king. I need brave men 


around me, and such I have found you to be. Join your for- 
tunes with mine, and I will give you a command in my regi- 
ment of guards, and you shall always accompany me on my 
rides. Will you accept the offer of a friend?" 

"I will, most gladly," replied the stranger, who was not 
a little pleased with this outcome of the duel. 



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A ruby rose upon my mantel lies, 
A prisoned queen immured in crystal vase ; 
Soft waves of crimson flush her lovely face, 
As mute, methinks, for missing mates she sighs 
And yearns for sunshine and the azure skies. 
"Grieve not," I cry, "O Queen of all thy race! 
Come, rest thee on my heart ! my bosom grace ! 
And with thy blushing beauties feast mine eyes ! 

The fairest thou of all the flowers that blow, 
The crown and glory of the roses' bloom ; . 
My senses fain would al] thy sweetness know : 
Come, let me taste thee !" But no rich perfume, 
No fragrant essence from her bosom flows — 
Alas ! Alack ! 'tis but a paper rose ! 

A. TOUART, 09. 


"WLutlt Qtmm" 

On the evening of July 3, 1908, died Joel Chandler Harris, 
the author of Uncle Remus. Few writers of our time have 
won such universal admiration, an admiration which was all 
the more genuine, because it came unsought. His modest 
and retiring disposition was altogether averse to the enter- 
prising advertisement of himself and his works, which is so 
prominent a characteristic of writers at the present time. 
Fame and fortune came to him because others discovered his 
talent and made known to the plain newspaper man his power 
and genius. Mr. Harris was eminently free from worldliness, 
deeply religious, unassuming in his ways and with a gentle 
humor that made him as kindly and lovable in character as 
he was in his writings. A man whose favorite expression 
was : "I am in the hands of providence," and whose favorite 
reading was Newman's Apologia, could not but be truly 
Christian in mind and heart. His reception into the Church 
some days before his death was the result of long considera- 
tion, influenced by the excellent examples of Catholic piety 
which he witnessed in his own family circle. 

Mr. Harris began his literary career by type-setting for 
a paper in 1862 at the age of fourteen. He loved books and 
had a special liking for the Vicar of Wakefield, a liking which 
lasted all his life. He became in course of time a writer, and 
we find him connected with the press in Macon, New Orleans 
and Savannah. In 1876 he was on the staff of the Atlanta 
Constitution and was asked to write Negro dialect stories. 
The request proved an inspiration to which we owe Uncle 
Remus and the wonders and wisdom of his "creeturs." 

His death has called forth numerous appreciations from 
high authorities, both of his character and his writings. His 
kindly nature and unique genius have captivated his mature 
and learned readers, but the homage that is most genuine and 
lasting, though least expressed, comes from the young, to 
whose vivid imagination Uncle Remus and his friends are so 
real and life-like. Instead of one little boy there are a 


million eager listeners around the old darkey's cabin door. 
Critics in their cold judicial way analyze these stories and de- 
clare that the author has made a permanent and notable addi- 
tion to the literature of America and the world. To be the 
delight of the young and still to win the admiration of the 
wise and scholarly is the happy lot of this simple story-teller. 
The author, with his fine sense of humor, would certainly 
find amusement in the learned disquisitions, which grave pro- 
fesors have been making on his writings. Uncle Remus 
would have as little respect for the lofty terms of criticism 
as he had for the medical names of "dat ar doctor truck." 
Folk-scriptures, life-attitudes, primitive mythologies are 
names too ponderous and strange to be applied to the adven- 
tures of Brer Rabbit and the Tar-Baby. 

The aims and claims of the writer were simple and mod- 
est. In one of his prefaces he says : "The stories are written 
simply and solely because of my interest in the stories them- 
selves in the first place, and in the second place, because of 
the unadulterated human nature that might be found in 
them." The folk-lore branch of the subject he wisely disre- 
garded. For a time, indeed, he did enter into the investiga- 
tion by the aid of professors, doctors and fellows, but it was 
only "to discover that at the end speculation stood grinning." 
But Mr. Harris endeavored in vain to avoid the honors thrust 
upon him. His books have placed him among the immortals, 
and critics salute him with the title of seer, mystic, historian, 
philosopher, and pronounce his works to have an "ethnic" 

As there was no pretense of high literary art in his writ- 
ings, so, too, there was no purpose of teaching moral lessons. 
The Fabulist is a serious person ; his grammar must be fault- 
less, and his position as a teacher with a solemn duty to per- 
form gives a grave tone to his thoughts and language. Uncle 
Remus teaches neither ethics nor zoology. To interest and 
amuse his hearers is his sole aim, and this he accomplishes 
in a delightful manner. "The apologue," says La Fontaine, 
"is composed of two parts, one of which may be called the 
body, the other the soul; the body is the fable, and the soul 


the moral." In the stories of the old darkey, the author tells 
us "it is not virtue that triumphs, but helplessness; it is not 
malice, but mischievousness." Indeed the little boy himself 
occasionally objects to the morality of the tales. "I think," 
said the little boy, as Uncle Remus stopped to fill his pipe, 
"that Brother Rabbit was very cruel." "Sho, honey," ex- 
claimed the old man, "you might talk dat 'bout folks, but 
creeturs — well, folks is folks en creeturs is creeturs, en you 
can't make needer mo' ner less." The weak confounding the 
strong by cunning and mischief is the more common charac- 
teristic of the tales. "De elephen' may be strong; I speck he 
is ; en de tiger may be servigrous, ez dey say he is ; but Brer 
Rabbit done outdone bofe un urn," Uncle Remus too finds 
it necessary to warn his young hearers that the stories are 
not fables conveying moral instructions. "Miss Sally says no 
longer'n yistiddy dat I'd keep on tellin' you deze creetur tales 
twell bimeby you'll git mix up in de min' en forgit all 'bout 
yo' Sunday-school lesson ; but I laid down dis pint ter Miss 
Sally, dat ef a chap 'bout yo' age en size dunno de diffunce 
'twix creetur doin's en folks' doin's he better be turned out 
ter graze. I ain't tellin' you deze tales on account er what 
de creeturs does, I'm a tellin' um on account de way de cree- 
turs does. How de name er goodness kin folks go on en 
steal and tell fibs, like de creeturs done, en not git hurted? 
Dey des can't do it. Dead dog never dies, en cheatin' never 
thi'ves — not when folks git at it." 

We are told Plato excluded Homer from his ideal repub- 
lic, but admitted the fabulists, because they were useful as 
teachers of morality. We are afraid Uncle Remus would be 
subjected to the same boycott as the Greek epic writer; but we 
are confident at the same time, that, like Homer, he would 
survive the philosopher's condemnation. What Hiawatha 
has done for Indian legend, Uncle Remus has accomplished 
for the plantation negro, and though the adventures of Brer 
Rabbit may not be great literature, they will be read with 
pleasure when "novels with a purpose" and the "best sellers" 
have gone the way of Don Quixote's collection of romances. 

J. C. DOWE, '10. 


A Reproduction. 

"You fellows have been swopping stories for quite a time 
now, but just let me tell you how we rounded up a gang of 
outlaws some twenty years ago in Arizona. 

We, that is, my partner and I, had procured a rather sin- 
gular looking individual to superintend our industrial works. 
He hailed from Wisconsin and was a genius in his own pecu- 
liar line. He was a short, sawed-off, hammered-down, red- 
haired chap by the name of Ned Browning. He usually wore 
an aggressive necktie, and his voice was like a solf-boiled 
egg. Ned was forever preaching to those around him on the 
virtue of temperance. As we had made vast profits in our 
business through his aid, we only thought it right to offer him 
a share in them. To our surprise he refused, saying: "I 
promised to work for fifty dollars per month and expenses, 
and I am not going to take any more." 

"But," I protested, "you have made us rich." 

"If you had lost a hundred thousand dollars," he replied, 
"I would not have wanted to share in the loss, so I won't share 
in the gain either." 

We saw that we could not persuade him to accept any- 
thing from us, so we asked if we could help him in any other 
way. He replied that he would be thankful if we would use 
our influence to procure him license to open a saloon on the 
main street of the town. We thought now for sure that Ned 
had taken leave of his senses ; for was he not known as a reg- 
ular crank on temperance? He insisted on opening that sa- 
loon despite all we could say to the contrary ; and so we finally 
procured the license for him. 

Well, on a certain memorable day about a month later, 
Ned opened up that saloon, and lo ! every two-legged creature 
that wore pants was in attendance. On the floor close in front 
of the counter was a brass bar running all across, and on the 
top of the counter a similar bar of brightly polished brass. All 
around were mirrors and fantastic pictures. In that motley 


gathering were nearly all the bad men of the town and neigh- 
borhood. And let me tell you they were not a few. There 
were especially prominent a dozen of the worst outlaws to 
whom murder was only a minor offense. There were men 
who would shoot a policeman on sight, and, knowing what 
they were, I feared much for poor simple Ned Browning. 

Ned had invited me to be present at the opening of his 
new saloon, but he requested me to abstain from taking any- 
thing on the occasion. Why he did so will appear later. There 
were eight train-robbers there, and on the head of each man, 
taken alive or dead, Uncle Sam had fixed a gay price. In ad- 
dition there was Barefoot Jim, a cattle stealer and murderer; 
Lightfoot Harry, Panhandle Pete and Grizzly Jack, all noted 
for crime that called for the forfeit of their lives. 

Browning announced that he would take no money for 
the first drink. As if with some hidden purpose in view he 
managed to get the twelve outlaws in front of all the other 
bad citizens and close up to the counter. "I will treat you, 
my friends, first. But before doing so I have something nice 
to tell you. Do you see that chest yonder? That is a real 
ice-box with real ice in it, and, what is more, with real cold 
bottled beer in it. Now those of you that prefer beer to 
whiskey can just fill up on beer." There was a yell of satis- 
faction all around. Ned went to the ice-box and took out a 
dozen bottles of beer, opened them and proceeded to pour the 
contents into the eager glasses held out to him. As he went 
along he requested each individual not to drink until he gave 
the signal. When he had finished pouring out the beer, he 
turned to the crowd of outlaws and said: "Now boys, just 
get on that brass rail with your feet and grasp hold of the 
brass bar on top of the counter. You see I want you all to 
give one good rousing cheer for luck before drinking this first 
glass in my new saloon. Now all ready!" Every man-jack 
of them did as directed. Then something strange happened. 
Had a streak of lightning come amongst them it could hardly 
have made a greater change than the one that dozen of bad 
men underwent. Ned had simply touched a button on the 


side of the ice-box, and instantaneously there were maddening 
yells and shrieks sent up from a dozen throats. Cursing and 
swearing and unsavory words were profusely used. But in 
addition that crowd did stunts never before witnessed in a 
saloon. Holding on as if glued to the brass bar, those wretches 
squirmed and writhed and tried to break loose — but all in 
vain. Everybody, the proprietor alone excepted, was excited. 
Calmly he stepped to the front door and gave a low whistle. 
Immediately in came the marshal and sheriff. Browning 
pointed to the twelve outlaws, saying: "I promised to cap- 
ture them for you. Now, gentlemen, let us go and sign that 
paper giving me 90 per cent of the rewards offered for the 
arrest of these men." The sheriff, seeing that the outlaws 
could not get away — though he did not understand what pre- 
vented them — grew insolent and told Browning he did not 
intend to sign any document, but that his mind was made up 
to arrest the men then and there and claim all the reward for 
himself. "Well," said Browning, "I call that real mean ; but, 
Mr. Sheriff, you know I can't prevent you ; so go ahead with 
your shabby trick." 

The elated sheriff pulled a bright pair of hand-cuffs from 
his pocket and attempted to put them on the wrists of Bare- 
foot Jim. But no sooner had the hand-cuffs come in contact 
with that outlaw's body than the sheriff gave forth a yell that 
was heard above the noise and din made by the combined 
twelve, and he joined the others in their fantastic antics along 
that brass bar. 

Browning now turned to the marshal and asked what 
part of the reward he was willing to let him have if by his, 
Browning's aid, he got those outlaws handcuffed. "Ninety 
per cent, as I promised," replied the marshal. And he was 
as good as his word, for he signed the paper on these condi- 
tions. Then Browning took out twelve pairs of handcuffs 
and two pairs of rubber gloves. They went halves on these 
and each secured six prisoners. All that now remained was 
to deal with the sheriff. Said Browning: "I guess we'll turn 
the sheriff loose." "No such thing," replied the marshal, 


"That sheriff's name is Dick Morton, wanted in various states 
of the Union for capital charges. He's sheriff around here 
because he has so terrified the folks that they are afraid of 
him. Oh yes, he goes with the twelve and will make a baker's 
dozen rounded up here in your saloon." 

An hour later the thirteen outlaws were within strong 
walls, and a month later they were reposing in nameless 
graves. For the law had claimed "an eye for an eye and a 
tooth for a tooth." 

"But say — how did that Browning fellow work the trick 
on them in that saloon?" Oh, that was quite simple. He 
just had an electric battery connected with the brass bars and 
when he turned on the switch, that crowd had to stay till he 
gave them leave to depart. That Browning, sawed-off and 
hammered-down specimen of humanity that he was, had one 
thing that a great many folks have not, and that was — a head. 

A. R. TURREGANO, '11. 

His soul is t)arp to Nature, 

Si]e deftly plays tt\e strings; 

To l\er rr\Tisic-fittirtg riUrr\bers 
Tt\e poet or\ly sirjgs. 



Dr. Akenside, in his poem on "The Pleasures of the Im- 
agination," has the following lines speaking of the benevo- 
lence and goodness of God to His creatures: 

"Not content with every food of life to nourish man, 

Thou makest all nature beauty to his eye or music to his ear." 

And in very truth when the Almighty fashioned the father of 
the human race and gave him dominion over the fishes of the 
sea, the fowls of the air, the beasts of the field and the whole 
earth and every creeping creature that moveth on the earth ; 
He not only made it replete with every food of life to nourish 
man, to satisfy the necessities of his animal and lower life, 
He moreover embellished that earth, adorned it with sun, 
moon and stars, with mountains, hills and valleys, with 
oceans, rivers and streams, with trees, fruits and flowers, with 
every pleasing gift and joyous sound calculated to create 
pleasure and delight for his intellectual or higher life. "He 
made all nature beauty to his eye and music to his ear." In 
fact so lavishly, so prodigally has he scattered beauty upon 
earth, sea and sky, so wondrously fair has he gemmed the 
floor of heaven with bright patins of gold, and painted such 
glowing sunsets on the evening sky, cast the diamond's flash 
upon the dancing waters, and tinted the flowery petals with 
such bright and varied hues, so sweetly resonant with song 
has he filled the throat of the song bird, that it is difficult to 
say to which he has shown himself more bounteous — our ani- 
mal or intellectual life. The world is indeed a garden of 
beauty, beautiful still in its ruins, and cold must be the heart 
and dull the brain which is not moved by the witchery of the 
soft blue sky at mid-day, by the glorious firmament at mid- 
night, with its teeming worlds of sparkling light, by the 
sight of the evening sky, with its peaks of scarlet cloud burn- 
ing like watch-fires on the horizon, by some thrilling land- 


scape, some blushing rose or the soft, sweet trill of the mock- 
ing bird. 

But it is not of nature's beauties in general, but of some 
in particular, that this paper is to treat. My subject is the 
sublime in nature. Let us first, however, understand what 
we mean by that term "sublime." How is it defined? Some 
authors refrain from defining it, asserting that it is undefin- 
able. All we know, they say, is that in certain situations the 
mind experiences a peculiar elevation and expansion, produc- 
ing joy and pleasure. They lift the soul, as it were, out of 
itself, beyond itself, and fill it at the same time with feelings 
of wonder and astonishment, sometimes of awe and terror, 
which, to use a phrase of Lord Byron, speaking on a similar 
topic, "the soul can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal." 
To such pleasurable sensations of the mind they give the 
name of sublime. Crabb in his book of synonyms gives us a 
better idea by contrasting it with the grand. A scene, he says, 
may be either grand or sublime. It is grand as it fills the 
imagination with its immensity; it is sublime as it elevates the 
imagination beyond the surrounding and less important ob- 
jects. The sight of a vast army moving in perfect order as 
by a single impulse is grand, it is sublime when engaged in 
deadly conflict with the enemy. The term sublimity is used 
both for the quality or circumstance producing the elevation 
and expansion of the soul, sometimes also for the emotion 
itself. Thus one may say the firmament glorious with living 
sapphires is a wonderful instance of the sublime ; or it may 
also be said we experience a feeling of the sublime when we 
gaze upon it. According to rhetoricians these are various 
qualities or circumstances surrounding objects which by gen- 
eral consent produces this peculiarly elevated pleasure in the 
soul, and hence are called by them the sources of the sublime. 

The chief or principal one is vast power in action. Hence 
at once the sublimity of Mt. Pelee or Vesuvius in eruption, 
the frightful conflagration of San Francisco, the storm of 
Sept. 27th, 1907, the Gulf of Mexico lashed into fury and 
leagued in dread allegiance the fearful cyclonic fury of the 


wind, that in a single night laid waste the beautiful Island of 
Galveston, crushing out 10,000 lives. As examples of objects 
sublime in their might and power, the steam engine and the 
electrical hammer are familiar to every one. Who has not 
felt the emotion of sublimity as he stood on the depot and 
watched the monster iron-horse with its cars of human 
freight, sweep by like a blast at the rate of fifty or sixty miles 
an hour? And who has not experienced a similar emotion as 
he witnessed those heavy, ponderous electrical hammers rise 
and fall, crushing down into the earth strong beams -of wood 
or fastening the steel rivets and bolts with as much ease as 
though they were but playthings in the hands of a child. 
Lord Byron, in his "Apostrophe to the Ocean," gives us an- 
other fine example of the sublime in the awful, resistless, 
tempestuous power of the ocean. He says : 

"The leviathans whose huge ribs make 
Their clay creator the vain title take 
Of lord of thee and arbiter of war. 
These are thy toys and as a snowy flake 
They melt into thy yeast of waves." 

Showing by this how weak and frail and powerless are the 
mightiest, strongest works of man when in the grasp of the 
angered storm-lashed ocean. 

Another source of the sublime is vastness. This, in fact, 
is the simplest and most common of all. Who, for example, 
has not felt this emotion as he looked upon the endless rolling 
plains of Texas or in the desert, arid region of Arizona? We 
need not, however, go to Texas or Arizona; we need only 
upward gaze and there behold in our southern sky, blue as 
the bluest, fair as the fairest of Italy, the most impressive in- 
stance of sublimity. The sky, on account of its height, depth 
and width, has been accepted at all times and by all men as 
the most wonderful, the most striking example of the sub- 
lime. "A man can hardly lift up his eyes towards the 
heavens," says Seneca, "without wonder and veneration to 







see so many millions of radiant lights and to observe their 
courses and revolutions." In the heavenly bodies we have 
before us the perpetual presence of the Sublime. They are so 
immense and so far away, and yet on soft, clear summer 
nights "they seem leaning down to whisper in the ear of our 
souls." This wonder and veneration for the vastness of the 
firmament and the beautiful lights of heaven are increased a 
thousand fold when we remember what astronomers tell us 
that electricity travels at the rate of 180,000 miles a second. 
If we therefore could board an electrical current and wished 
to visit these starry worlds, it would take us just eight min- 
utes to reach the sun, distant ninety-two millions of miles. 
If we desired to continue our journey to Alpha Centauri, the 
nearest fixed star, it would take us four years, traveling at 
the same rate. After having seen the sights in Alpha Cen- 
tauri, did we desire to prolong our journey still further to 
more distant star-worlds, this would necessitate a continued 
uninterrupted journey of two thousand years. 

The boundless expanse of the ocean, so deep and broad, 
with its ceaseless ebb and flow, its resistless power which 
sends man and the mightiest works of man shivering in its 
playful wrath and howling to his gods, is another magnifi- 
cent example of the sublime. Little wonder that Lord Byron 
in his enthusiasm for the ocean, calls it "the glorious mirror 
of the Almighty, the image of eternity, the throne of the In- 
visible," and adds, "in all time, calm or convulsed in breeze or 
gale or storm, dark-heaving, boundless, endless and sublime." 

It has been well remarked that vastness in extent is not 
nearly half so affecting on the mind as vastness in height. 
Hence, though the sight of the sky and ocean is sublime, yet 
to gaze on some cloud-crested mountain is still more sublime, 
and looking down from some craggy eminence, thousands of 
feet above the earth, intensifies this a thousand fold. It is for 
this very reason why we place sometimes at a considerable 
height from the ground, the monuments and statues of our 
country's heroes, why the thrones of kings, the seats of our 
judges and magistrates, the rostrums for our public speakers, 


are raised above the seats of others, thus testifying to the 
effect of increased respect which this circumstance produces. 
The people of Scythia were so impressed with the fame of 
the great Alexander that they imagined him a giant and were 
astounded to find that he was of but medium size. By this 
they showed that it is natural to connect greatness of size 
with greatness of character. All of us are aware of the effect 
produced on us by the sight of a tall man or woman. 

The solemn, the terrible, the awful, such as darkness, 
silence, solitude, especially when there lingers with them 
some indefinable, indescribable sense of fear, are also sources 
of sublimity. The midnight sky, with its millions of trem- 
bling starry worlds fills the soul with a more awful grandeur 
than amid the splendor of the noonday sun. It is also to 
these circumstances of darkness and solitude, to their awful 
mysterious power of coming and going, that the appearances 
of ghosts have much effect on our imagination. We all re- 
member the dread in our younger days of going to bed with- 
out a light, or into some darkened room alone. A good illus- 
tration of this dread and fear is read in the book of Job. 
Eliphaz describes a spirit as appearing to him in the silence 
and obscurity of the night. "In thoughts from the night, 
when deep sleep falleth upon man, fear came upon me and 
trembling which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit 
passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up, the 
spirit stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof, an 
image was before mine eyes, there was silence and I heard a 
voice saying, shall mortal man be more just than God?" 

The last circumstance that contributes to the emotion of 
the sublime is great loudness of sound. Hence, the effect on 
us as we stand upon the seashore and listen to the deep, sul- 
len war of the sea, the howling of the storm, the thunder's 
roar, the rumbling of earthquakes, the deafening noise of 
Niagara, the shout of the multitude. There are sounds, 
moreover, that are sublime not by any intrinsic quality, not 
of themselves, but solely by reason of ideas associated with 
them. To the Scotch Highlander, for example, the shrill 


clarion of the bag-pipe is sublime because it speaks, first of 
all, of his native heath, and secondly, of deeds of noble daring, 
of heroism, done by its thrilling inspiration on the battlefield 
that have made the name of Highlander feared throughout 
the world. The same can be said of our own immortal Dixie. 
How it stirs the heart and fires the brain and quickens the 
impulse and warms the blood of every son and daughter of 
the sunny South. To other people its words may seem jar- 
gon, its notes a comedy of music, but to the matchless heroes 
who lived and died for Dixie, it was a song that fired and 
spurred them on to matchless deeds, and to every liver of our 
glorious Southland to every man in whose veins 
there flows the blood of him who wore the grey, long years 
must come and go ere to its martial strain shall fall dull upon 
his southern ear. 

"For beloved land, beloved song, 
Your thrilling power shall last as long, 
Enshrined within each southern soul 
As times eternal ages roll." 

W. H. KELLY, '11. 



The fireman looked at his watch. It was already ten 
minutes after the time when work should have begun at the 
Gennis-Walker Mills, and not a single hand had yet ap- 
peared. It was very strange, for never before in the history 
of "The Mills" had the men failed their employers. 

"They must have meant it then," thought Walker, as 
soon as the foreman had told him of the fact. "I didn't think 
they'd have the nerve. But the strike is on now and I'll not 
be the one to give in. Shorter hours. Hmpf!" 

Mr. Walker paid good wages, but he expected good 
work, consequently he displeased the leaders of the Work- 
men's Union and as a result — the strike. 

James Maguire, known among his friends as "Jim," was 
a striker. Two weeks before the strike he joined the Union, 
and swore to stand by it, come what would. The principles 
of liberty were taught him. "Your highest duty is by the 
Union," the leader had said at the late meeting of the Work- 
men's Union. "Jim" did not understand, but the leader 
ought to know. He was educated. "Jim" was not. 

On the outskirts of the little town, "Jim," his mother and 
his wife lived. Their home was comfortable and cheerful 
and although the little family had not many luxuries, "Jim's" 
weekly salary kept the wolf from the door. Not a happier 
family than this could be found. The two women trusted 
him implicitly and "Jim" had never failed them. Then came 
the strike and the salary came in no more. 

While the strike kept up, "Jim" borrowed and scraped, 
but his credit soon gave out, and the loving family faced the 
pitiless world without a cent. 

Before, "Jim" used to go out in the morning and come 
back in the evening, but now the order was reversed. A 
paleness took the place of his ruddy complexion, his eyes be- 
came sunken and he seemed almost bereft of his reason. 

A kind of calm came over the little town, the calm that 


usually precedes a storm. The people felt that there was 
trouble brewing and expected it to break out at any mo- 
ment. It was now two weeks since the men had left "The 
Mills," and on the second Saturday things had come to a 

Mr. Walker waited two days, and then he hired new 
men. He was furious at the strike and swore that no man 
who ever deserted him would work again for the Gennis- 
Walker Mills. To back up his oath he hired armed men to 
keep guard day and night, should the strikers make a hostile 

On the second Saturday the Union called a meeting. 
The leaders were dumbfounded at Mr. W T alker's decision not 
to enter into any conference with the strikers, but to secure 
laborers from outside the town. There was only one thing 
to do, thought the indignant Union men ; "The Mills" must 
be shut down, and only one way to do it — "The Mills" must 

The eleven most daring men were selected for the haz- 
ardous enterprise, and James Maguire, the most daring of 
them all, was made their leader. A night was set — Sunday. 

For twelve years "Jim" had worked for Mr. Walker and 
had never once to complain of unfairness, for Walker was 
fair, fair to his men and fair to himself. Fairness distin- 
guished him in all his dealings, and he expected others to be 
as square as himself. "Jim" loved "The Mills" dearly, they 
were almost as dear to him as his own home. It was like 
killing his best friend when he said he would undertake this 
unpleasant task, but he didn't flinch. He never tried to 
"back out" ; he had sworn to stand by the Union and he had 
never yet broken an oath. 

"Jim" came home directly after the meeting. He knew 
that the larder was empty, that two persons had gone to bed 
supperless, and he threw himself down in the chair and wept 
bitterly. The situation almost made him doubt the justice of 
God, as he sat before the bare table, his head in his hands, 
and his brain throbbing painfully. If the plot succeeded he 


would be thrown on the world penniless, and his mother and 
wife — here his emotions became so strong as to prevent fur- 
ther consecutive thought. He grated his teeth, and almost 
in a frenzy of sorrow called on God to kill him. The suffer- 
ing was terrible ; the thought of what might happen drove 
him almost mad. 

If the undertaking failed — but no, he could not let it fail. 
He had given his word, and a word must always be kept. 

There was only one way out — suicide — that alone could 
rid him of his troubles. Dazed and stunned, as if struck by 
a heavy club, he half rose from the chair, but sank down 
again. No, he had never flinched, and could not begin now. 

But should he burn "The Mills." His wife was dearer 
to him than any one in the Union, dearer than them all — 
and he might be killed in the attempt. Every fibre of his 
being appealed to him in behalf of the two starving women 
who were sleeping, unconscious of the turmoil that was rag- 
ing in his brain. But then, had not the officers of the Union 
advised this step? And surely they must know what is best 
for the interests of their fellow-laborers. 

The long, dreary hours of that sleepless night stole 
slowly by. It was now morning and "Jim's" wife came into 
the kitchen. She saw by the wild, restless stare of his eyes 
and the firm gritting of the teeth that there was some awful 
trouble gnawing away at her husband's heart, and although 
her own was almost broken, sougth to cheer him up. For 
once her power failed — failed as never before, for "Jim" re- 
mained disconsolate. 

She sought to find out what secret care was working on 
his mind, causing him to look and act like a madman, but 
"Jim" refused to tell her. Refused because he knew she'd 
make him abandon the enterprise, because she'd make him 
a coward before his friends. 

And so the long dreary day wore on, the sorrowful wife 
trying to soothe her heart-broken husband, and "Jim's" old 
mother sick from lack of food. At times Jim's cheerfulness 
would return and the old, winning smile find its way back to 


his lips. But then the gloomy situation rose up before him 
like a nightmare, and the happiness would be drowned in 

That night he left his wife and mother. Tenderly he 
kissed them, promising better things he knew would never 
come. He was cheerful now ; he had something to do. 


Eleven men assembled on the green adjoining "The 
Mills," each carried a shot-gun, and the sad, determined look 
on their faces told that they were intent on some dark plot. 
They were the eleven picked men of the Union and the most 
fearless that could be chosen. Nevertheless their bravery 
had a limit, and the thought of leaving home and friends to 
go to almost certain death made them wish they had never 
joined the Union. Not all of the them thought like that, for 
there was one more cheerful than the rest, one who sought 
to enliven his comrades. That one was their leader, James 
Maguire. He who had the hardest road to travel, who had 
suffered more, he who was to lose the most, was the hap- 
piest of them all. 

"Boys, at eleven o'clock we start," said "Jim." The men 
had expected a speech, but the short, simple order of their 
leader roused them up more than a long, carefully-prepared 
speech. But there was no applause at the order, only a 
slight nod from each man, and then the silence of the starry 
sky seemed to envelop them as with a mantle. 

The village clock struck eleven. "Come on, boys, it's 
time," said Jim, and shouldering their guns the strikers 
started for "The Mills." 

It was an ideal night for the adventure. There was no 
moon, and the dark, solemn sky seemed to whisper darker 
warnings to the ears of these unfortunates. Under the deep 
shadow of the night they advanced stealthily towards "The 
Mills," pausing at each step to make sure there was no one 
near. Now and then a bush crackled and the silence follow- 
ing made them tremble with a strange fear. 


Closer and closer the eleven came, a hundred yards from 
"The Mills" now — fifty now — ten. The sentry's steps 
could be heard distinctly as he paced to and fro guarding his 
sleeping comrades. 

Suddenly he stopped and listened. Looking out into the 
darkness, he spied the figure of a man gliding towards him. 
He knew he was a dead man if he shouted, but he was there 
to save his companions and the shout: "Who goes there?" 
rang out in the dark, still night. Eleven shots crackled at once 
in answer to the challenge. The sentry pitched forward 
limp and fell with his rifle firmly gripped in his lifeless hand, 

As one man the strikers hurled themselves at the twenty 
armed forms that confronted them, and the fight began. 
Fiercely it raged for twenty minutes ; the odds were almost 
two to one against "Jim" and his little band. But the eleven 
fought furiously, urged on by the strength of despair. 

Never did a hero fight as James Maguire did that night. 
He had no sword as the guardsmen had, but with his gun 
he fought on, silently and desperately. He was wounded 
from every side, but with an iron determination he battled 
on. At length writhing with the pains of many wounds, and 
worn out by the loss of blood, he fell, but raised himself to a 
sitting posture for one brief moment. 

"Go on, boys, we'll beat them yet !" he shouted feebly. 
They were his last words. He pressed his hand tightly to his 
breast. Visions of his happy childhood, mingled with the 
picture of the loving mother and wife he was to see no more, 
came back to him. After all, he thought, his duty to his wife 
was a greater, a higher duty. The man who had urged him 
to such a mad deed was wrong; he saw it now. He was 
sorry, but it was too late to repent now. He should have 
thought of that sooner. A mist came before his eyes, his lips 
moved in one heartfelt prayer for mercy, his frame stiffened — 
James Maguire was dead. 

T. V. CRAVEN, '09. 














f£ites With ^iiife to0 %oug 

"There was a man in our town, and he was wondrous 
wise, he jumped into a bramble bush, and scratched out both 
his eyes, but when he saw that they were out, with all his 
might and main, he jumped into another bush, and scratched 
them in again." 

My friends, like that wise man I have scratched down 
and scratched out until there is very little left of my tale of 
a kite. But what of that! It would indeed be a sad misfor- 
tune if every contributor were obliged to write a long essay. 

Now — to begin at the bottom and rise to the top, though 
not good advice to a man digging wells, is very proper in suc- 
cessful kite flying. You need a lively, energetic boy, well 
selected material, deft construction, a tail of due proportion ; 
and if you keep a watchful eye on wires and tree branches, 
you will see your kite soar higher and higher. The other 
fellow's kite falls back to earth — his tail was too long, or per- 
haps the cord snapped. 

The same principles hold good with the kites we are 
flying in the business world to-day. Prudence, soundness and 
wisdom are the foundation of every enterprise. 

Now, take the rising men we know ; their minds are 
evenly balanced, they are prepared for every kind of wind and 
weather, they are always poised and calm. 

Marshall Field was a country boy, and I wager could 
make a good kite. He was the ideal of American achieve- 
ment in the business world. His wealth was made honestly 
and cleanly, he took no part in the gambling that is specula- 
tion, nor in the grand larceny that is high finance. Seeing 
his kite against the blue of heaven, and keeping it there by 
business soundness and wisdom, he offers an incentive to up- 
rightness and sanity. Leiter cornered the wheat market, but 
there was too much tail to his kite, too much wheat ; it was 
dumped on him, and we have not seen him since. 

Be on the alert, hold fast to the string; many a good man 
has become rich — minding- his own business. 


That reminds me, success in writing depends also upon 
brevity. My friends, whenever you have a chance like this to 
bore a lot of good people, don't make your tale too long. 

J. T. BECKER, '12. 

Each season its flower, each flower its hue, 

And there is a flower for youth, 
On the heart where it dwells calling Heaven's sweet dew, 

The noble pure blossom of Truth, 


9&i£g &trt0 

Come to my aid, O gentle muse, 

My lauding lay inspire; 
For 'tis to my small auto-pipe 

I now would wake the lyre. 
When sad, I have recourse to thee 

To lull my troubled brain, 
And with thy friendly whisper soothe 

For me the hour of pain. 
In spite of all the doctors say 

I love thee very well, 
Whose pleasant fumes all angry frowns 

From off my brow dispel. 
Nicotia's Shrine ! mid curling clouds 

Upward thou lead'st our hope ; 
The cigarette a fetish is 

Of paper, hay and dope. 
Or sitting by the cheerful hearth, 

Or 'neath a college tree, 
I love thee all the same, and thou 

Wilt ever welcome be. 
Let Trouble come with threatening frown, 

Thy incense is a charm 
To chase the spectre from my sight, 

And cheer the mind's alarm. 
Some boys may boast their long cigars, 

Havana leaf or straw, 
But thou art honest, plain and sweet, 

E'er ready for a draw. 
Let elders chide and doctors rail 

Thy claims I ne'er forget ; 
A fragrant, pocket-friend art thou, 

My sooty, precious pet. 

L. J. BLOUIN, '09. 


An Imitation. 

It was Christmas night. The dark, slate-colored sky- 
above, was illumined by millions of jewel stars. The icy wind 
drove the fleecy snow against the cold window panes and 
shrouded every nook, step and sidewalk in mantles of white. 
The demons of the air howled and shrieked with delight, as 
the winds, one moment soughing and moaning, and the next, 
plunging and howling, sped around the creaking houses, and 
attempted to smother the warm and leaping fires within. The 
great lights, rising up in the gloom, threw their illumination 
far across the street, and seemed to match themselves with 
the twinkling stars above. The mansions were all lit up, and 
there was feasting and merrymaking. The clink of glasses, 
as the nobles drank to their loved ones' health and beauty, 
could be heard by numbers of beggars, as they passed by, ask- 
ing alms to buy a loaf for their supperless little ones at home. 
But, above all, could be heard the merry ring of children's 
voices, as they played with their Christmas toys, or rocked 
their doll-babies to sleep, with soothing lullabys. 

But, in one of the largest residences of the city, there was 
no feasting, no merry-making. A shadow of sorrow hovered 
over it, and the wind seemed to sob, as it cut its way through 
the falling snow around the house ; for within, lay a dying 
child. Soft silken curtains fell around the little bed, where 
his golden ringlets spread over downy pillows. Velvet rugs 
lay upon the floor to soften the tread of friends. Costly toys 
remained beside him unheeded ; his eyes were closed, and the 
wan little face was flushed and feverish. The mute lips were 
parched and irresponsive to the loving words of his mother, 
who knelt beside "him and smilingly promised, that he would 
soon suffer no more ; for in a little while, "he was to be with 
his Redeemer and his God." 

All at once the tiny sufferer opening his blue eyes, turned 
his gaze heavenward and stretched out his little arms ; for 


there, above him, fluttered a radiant angel. A golden ring 
shone above the head of the messenger of God, and on his 
shoulders, dove-like pinions were suspended. The angel hov- 
ered over the little nest, and with tender and loving care, 
lifted the little nestling in his arms and clasped him close to 
his bosom. Then it was, that a fresh burst of sobs from 
around the bed, told the heart-broken mother, that her little 
darling was at rest. 

The angel, with his gentle burden, rose into the cold air — 
no longer cold for them — and while he held the child to his 
heart, placed a branch of crimson roses beside him. And as 
both soared upward, to the mansions of the blessed, the little 
child looked from the roses to the angel, as if asking why 
they were there. In reply, the angel told him this simple 

"Once, in the thriving city below us, there lived a poor 
little orphan, whom nobody seemed to care about. He had 
no one to comfort him, no one to cool his fevered brow, or 
guide his tottering footsteps. He lived in one of the hottest 
and closest alleys of the city, where nothing but dust and 
heat entered the little attic he made his home. He lay there 
sleepless upon a rude pallet by a small opening, which served 
as a window. His cheeks were wan and sunken, and often 
his thin lips were unmoistened by a drop of water, the whole 
day through. There he lay, thinking of cool forests, where 
babbling springs jollied along over the rocks, and where little 
ripples rose up to kiss the morning sun ; of happy children, 
with green wreaths entwined about their brows, picking wild 
flowers, or chasing the butterfly, or the honey bee." 

"One bright day, he crawled down the rickety stairs, lead- 
ing into the crowded streets of the city, and walked, or rather, 
staggered on, until he came to a large mansion, surrounded 
by beautiful gardens. Giant oaks stood in long avenues, 
under which sparkling fountains were endeavoring to leap to 
the large, overhanging boughs. Song birds twittered and 
sang in perfect contentment. Luxuriant roses everywhere 
wafted their perfume to the little orphan, who with his wisL- 


ful cheek pressed against the hard iron gate, drank in the 
fragrance carried out to him on the cool evening breeze." 

"You, my child," continued the angel, "were playing in 
that garden, throwing the bright roses into the air, and laugh- 
ing as they fell on your golden curls; you were the heir to 
this paradise. When your servants, tired of seeing so ragged 
a beggar standing there and marring the beauty of the scene 
by his wretchedness, gave him some coins and bade him ^o 
his way, bitter tears trickled down the pallid and wasted 
cheeks. But seeing this, a shade of pity and sorr )w passed 
over your countenance, and you plucked your choicest roses 
from your choicest bush, and said as you handed them to the 
little beggar: 'Farewell and Godspeed!' He took them and 
pressed them to his bosom, but the kind word he treasured up 
in his heart, there to remain forever." 

"The little orphan then turned his weak footsteps towards 
his attic in the hot alley. When he arrived there, he lay down 
and pressed the roses to his heart. It seemed to him that he 
received no scoffs, no unkindness felt, that day, for he was so 
happy now. Day after day rolled on, and with each, one 
pretty rose died, until only one more remained. 'That one 
will not die ; it is too beautiful !' said the poor sufferer. But 
the next day it withered and died, and the little orphan died 
with it. He was taken by some charitable people, and laid 
away in the farthest corner of the graveyard." 

Here the angel paused; and as the child still looked at 
him enquiringly, as if not yet fully understanding, said : 

"That poor beggar-boy was myself; and in reward for 
your kindness to me, I asked of God to let me take you away 
from the world of sin, before your soul should be defiled with 
guilt." And then he added : "Know, my dearest child, that 
there is no kindly deed, however small, done on earth below, 
but meets with its reward and approval in the Courts of 
Heaven above." 

The little child gazed upon the angel with loving eyes 
and both clasped each other in close embrace. The next day 
a sad funeral wended its slow way to the graveyard ; and 


there, beside a poor, nameless grave, was laid to rest the one- 
time heir of the large mansion, nestling among its oaks and 
its flowers. 


I Academic Class. 

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To Orleans came the conq'ring foe, 

And to their banners flocked the peers of France, 
And doomed the land of chivalrous romance, 

When Joan appeared, a sheperdess, aglow 

With heaven's fire and might. She struck a blow 
That forced proud Talbot and his earls to flee. 

The Loire is safe, and Charles through her is free, 
Is hailed, anointed, crowned as king; and lo ! 

His diadem's fairest gem is "La Pucelle." 
Afield again, her banner failed to guide ; 

Captured, accused of using charms from hell, 
A spotless victim at the stake she died. 

When will the halo's sheen her death atone? 

The martyred heroine, the world doth own 


"For the love of Mike! To-night at 8:30 P. M. there 

will be a meeting of the ladies — no babies allowed — of P 

in the Town Hall, where Miss Mollie Hafer will speak in 
advocacy of Woman's Rights. Positively no men admitted." 
Could the Morning Times contain more doleful news for 
Sid Maitland, just returning from college for the Christmas 
holidays, than to inform him that his maiden aunt and guar- 
dian would lecture in public for such a cause. Maitland and 
his chum, Alf Duncan, whom he was bringing home to enjoy 
the holidays with him, were seated in the Pullman when the 
former read this calamity in the paper. Too full for expres- 
sion, all he could say was : "Alf, this must be stopped. O 
me miserable !" 

On reaching home he found his aunt confined to her bed 
with a slight attack of fever. "O what bliss !" But let me 
say that Sid was not hard-hearted. He immediately went 
to her room, and after greetings, soon plunged in. "Say, 
Auntie, you're not going into all this rot the papers have you 
down for, have you?" 

"My child," remonstrated the aunt, "please explain what 
you mean by rot." 

"O ! a — a — I mean this meeting that the papers have you 
advertised for ; this lecture." 

"My son (and the way the auntie could get off that "my 
son" was enough to unnerve a saint), it was my intention, but 
I fear I will be unable to get there. You might do me a very 

great favor by running over to P and personally beg 

that I be excused." 

Well, could the dear old soul have given him a more 
pleasant office to perform. Immediately he and Alf were off 
for the big red car. But hold ; a bright idea suggests itself. 
Why not impersonate Miss Hafer and have a little fun at the 
expense of the audience? "Say Alf, with a little wool, that 
purple dress and brain-weight of auntie's, I think I can rig 
up as if I were getting ready for a South African missionary 


feast." Having played the role of Portia in "The Merchant 
of Venice," at college, he had little trouble in assuming a 
woman's voice. 

When the eight o'clock special arriver in P the ma- 
jority of the female population under the leadership of Mrs. 
Lidon, the rather corpulent spouse of the henpecked post- 
master, were at the station in anticipation of the arrival of 
Miss Hafer. What disappointment when no one alights from 
the long string of coaches. But this is of short duration. A 
telegram is handed Mrs. Lidon stating that Miss Hafer will 
arrive in an auto. Being informed that our lady of culture 
would make her triumphal entry in an automobile, the entire 
reception committee tore up the ground between station and 
Town Hall. 

As this conglomeration of femininity stands in the light 
of the gas lamps, the red machine rolls in front of the hall 
amid cheers and waving handkerchiefs. When the multitude 
beheld their deliverer, they counted the ballot box a thing of 
the past. Descending' from her machine in a majestic man- 
ner, she was escorted to the much-decorated dais at the rear 
of the hall. Eager faces strained around pillars and corners 
to get a sight of her ; women in back rows stood up, not to 
miss a hair of her ; those standing laid their hands on the 
shoulders of the one in front of them, to help themselves at 
anybody's cost, to a view of her — stood on tip-toe, got upon 
next to nothing, to see every inch of her. 

Mrs. Lidon introduces our friend as "a perfect lady, the 
woman's champion, Miss Mollie Hafer." Miss Hafer re- 
sponded to the outburst of applause with many entrancing 
smiles and in a musical voice proceeded : "Ladies and gen- 
tlemen" — observing a surprised look on several faces, Sid cor- 
rected : "My dear friends of the much imposed-upon sex 
(great applause while Miss Hafer makes steady her hat), I 
am here to-night to give you my views of woman's suffrage. 
(Mrs. Lidon in her excitement unceremoniously makes ac- 
quaintance with the floor). Since time immemorial woman 
has been the subject of ingratitude. When the apple was 


plucked in the Garden of Eden, Adam of course blamed it on 
Eve. Now, was this gratitude, when the poor little creature 
sewed all the buttons on his clothes. (Great applause; Dun- 
can on the outside puts his handkerchief to his mouth to 
choke the laughter.) Why am I a suffragette? Because — 
because I am. Because a woman has more good, hard, com- 
mon sense than a man (thunderous applause). Because she 
makes less bluster about her rights, and quietly maintains 
them better than a man (more applause." But why all this? 
Why not end the agony? So with a grand gesture, he con- 
tinued: "What does the good book say about woman? The 
Lord made the earth in six days and then He rested. Then 
He made man and then He rested again ; and then He tied a 
few rags around a rib and called it woman — and neither God 
nor man has rested since." 

With this, Miss Hafer gathered her skirts about her and 
made a dash for the door amid flying chairs and parasols and 
a thunderstorm of shrieks. Alf, on the outside, understood 
and immediately started his engine. When a confusion of 
lace and purple cloth struck the car, the machine lurched for- 
ward and off she went at top speed. Twelve miles out from 

P , Sid recovered and faintly breathed : "Say, Alf, you 

should have seen the dear thing of a chairman — I mean chair- 
lady — she looked like a bee had stung her, and she couldn't 
find the place." 

J. E. DUGGAN, '10. 


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"Say fellows, if you want to stay in my room, you've got 
to cut out smoking," said Max Fulton, entering the doorway 
and sizing up the inmates !" Just to think of it ! I haven't 
touched a Picayune in six weeks, and it is nearly killing me. 
This season will he my last in football all right ;" and with 
that he looked at the bunch, soliciting a comment on his re- 
marks. "Oh yes ! This will be your last year at foot-ball, 
Max," said Hugh Carrol, complacently enveloping himself in 
a cloud of smoke, "you are playing like a wooden man and 
there is no room for improvement that I can see." This 
brought only a feeble laugh from his friends, much to the 
speaker's chagrin. "Well boys," said Max, "just keep your 
eyes on yours truly to-morrow and you'll see some playing. 
The governor promised me something fine if I did stunts in 
the game, and he is* coming up to see it." 

Fulton was an extremely popular fellow, good looking, 
large and strong. Some thought that this accounted for his 
being on the Varsity, as there were several extra good candi- 
dates for the place. "You have to show us," finally ventured 

Ted Parker, "we are from " but a pillow put a stop to 

his rhetoric and caused some unexpected gymnastics. Of 
course Ted retaliated and very soon the jolly crowd were at 
it hammer and tongs. The scuffle did not last long, for a rap 
at the door brougth matters to a quick, if not decided, con- 
summation. Yes, it was Mrs. Taylor, who, solicitous for her 
roomer's health and welfare, came up to see if a robbery was 
being committed. Max, in his easy and fluent style, assured 
the good lady that her timely arrival prevented the deed from 
being perpetrated. The burglar had been expelled through 
the window only after a hard struggle, and seeing that Mrs. 
Taylor noticed the window closed, he added : "The window 
is closed to prevent others from coming in," notwithstanding 
the fact that his room was on the third floor. Thus, being 
assured, the kind lady retired. 

"Boys," spoke Fulton, addressing his comrades, "it is 


almost ten, so you'll have to hike ; for you know the training 
regulations require all players to be in bed at ten o'clock the 
night before the game, so again, beat it;" and as they filed 
out added : "Remember what I told you to expect." 

Max, true to his word, turned in, but it was two long 
hours before he closed his eyes. To-morrow the biggest 
game of the season was to be played, and it meant hard work. 
The University would line up against the strong M. I. team 
that last year handed them such a bitter defeat. Max played 
end for the University, and he wondered if he would "make 
good" in the game. His father was coming to see the battle 
and he wanted to show up well ; he wished his father to be 
proud of him, therefore, he must play well. Mr. Fulton was 
an old foot-ball player himself. Four years he held the posi- 
tion his son now held, and the coaches often reminded the 
son of his sire's prowess on the gridiron. A good player in 
every department of the game, the elder Fulton was especially 
noted as a kicker. It was he that dropped the ball square be- 
tween the posts from the forty yard line, winning the last 
game he played. All this Max knew well, and it did not afford 
him much consolation as he reflected on the ordinary form he 
had been showing recently. But he had the family grit and 
he determined to do something or know why. His father had 
promised him something extra fine if he played a star game, 
and he would do it. "What is that something?" he mused, 
but the weary head was unable to do much thinking, and he 
was soon in the blissful land of dreams. 

It was a glorious day for the game — clear, cool and crisp. 
People showed their appreciation by turning out in large num- 
bers. The street cars were crowded. Autos, with pretty 
girls, dashed by and throngs of young people wended their 
way down the avenue to the park. The University players 
were out on the field ealry, "warming up," as they called it. 
Max had been unable to meet his father at the train, but felt 
sure that he was in the crowd. He had little time to specu- 
late, however, as the coach called them down to business. 
The team worked with machine-like precision, and everybody 


seemed conscious of the situation and knew that it would take 
eleven good men to win the game. The quarterhack yelled 
a signal and Max dropped back seven yards. Taking a step 
forward he sent the ball over from placement. It was a 
pretty kick and the spectators responded to the thud of the 
ball with a rousing cheer. The appearance of the M. I. squad 
was the signal for tumultuous shouting. These doughty 
warriors started their practice with a snap and vim that could 
not fail to please all lovers of the game. 

The referee's whistle put a stop to this preliminary work, 
and both teams lined up for the great game. The M. I. boys 
kicked off and the ball sailed far down the field. It was 
brought back fifteen yards and then fifteen more. Back and 
forth they struggled, neither side being able to gain. This 
see-sawing up and down the field continued until the first half 
was over. Fulton wanted to look for his father, but the 
coach would not hear of it. "Sit down and get your wind," 
he commanded. "The idea of looking for one man in that 
crowd of thousands," and he strode away. The whistle blew 
again and once more the eleven lined up. The University 
kicked off and their opponents returned their kick, sending 
the ball for a fifty-yard spiral punt. Max caught the oval 
and mid cheers from the grandstand ran it up thirty yards 
through a broken field. Yell after yell rent the air as the 
teams settled down to work. The M. I. line held, and the 
University kicker was called upon to punt the ball safe into 
the opponent's territory. The safety man caught it and 
brought it up fifteen yards. Here the M. I. boys got a spurt 
and began, by fierce bucks and spectacular forward passes, to 
advance into their opponent's territory. When on the twenty- 
yard line, however, they were held and obliged to try a kick 
from^placement. The ball unerringly sailed between the 
posts, making the score four nothing against the University. 
The visitors' followers went wild and the air was filled with 
shouts of exultation. 

The ball was put in play again as usual by a kick-off, but 
was not advanced. The University braced, and smashed re- 


peatedly through their opponents' line. Around the end they 
go and are now on the ten yard line. The quarter signals for 
a pass, throws to Max, but alas ! the ball slips from Fulton's 
fingers and the M. I. man falls on it. Again the M. I. team 
sweeps down the field. The half circles the end, but is 
downed near the side line. "Brace up, Max. Go it, old boy." 
Hearing the familiar voice of his father, the University End 
looked up and saw his father and also an indistinguishable 
mass of furs, ribbons and silks next to him. "Two minutes 
to play," yelled time-keeper, and the M. I.'s have the ball. 
The pig-skin was snapped, and from the general mix-up, two 
ends were seen sprinting down the field. On came the ball ; 
it was a magnificent forward pass and sailed straight for the 
M. I. man. But no — Fulton leaped up and catching the ball, 
darted away as man after man fell behind. The quarterback 
made a tackle, but the terrific speed of Fulton threw him off 
and Max placed the ball between the goal posts. The spec- 
tators went wild — the University had scored a touchdown 
in the last minute of play and the great game was won. 
Hardly had Max kicked the goal than a large crowd gathered 
around him and carried him, the victor of his last game, off 
the field 'mid thunder-like cheers. 

That evening Max Fulton, battered and bruised, went to 
the hotel to look for his father. "Yes," the clerk replied to 
his query, "the gentleman left word for you to be shown up 
at once." It was with a satisfied heart that the boy knocked 
at the door. "Hello Dad ! don't know how glad I am to see 
you," he said as they vigorously shook hands. "Not half so 
glad, my boy, as I was to see you uphold our colors in this 
evening's game. It made me feel proud of you. Sit down 
and make yourself comfortable while I go and get your re- 
ward." With this, the genial old man disappeared through 
the doorway. Max was tired and hungry — he had hurried 
over to the hotel without a bite, and with elbows on knees 
he leaned over and rested. The faint swish of silk skirts put 
an end to his drowsy meditations and caused him to look up. 
"Julia!" "Max!" And the big end stepped forward and took 


two small white hands into his own. "How did you happen 
to come way up here?" he finally asked. "Oh' that is a se- 
cret," she laughingly replied, "but your father knows," she 
added. He answered with such an appealing look that she 
was forced to tell him. "Well, your father knew that I 
wanted to come, so he commenced talking football to papa 
and all about their alma mater and how they did such fine 
playing in their time. Papa consented to come up and see 
the game, and of course brought me along, so here I am." 

Before the young gentleman had time to express his 
pleasure at the result, Miss Carston asked him if he was hun- 
gry. Max looked at himself, tightened his belt up about three 
notches ; he would eat a little. The meal was "a decided suc- 
cess," as Max termed it, that is, it was on his part, -for the 
young lady did most of the talking. As he lead the girl into 
the reception room, a sudden impulse, the result of a long 
determination, seized him, and passionately catching hold of 
her hand said : "Julia, I have something of vital import to ask 
you." She timidly looked up at him, then at the doorway 
where stood both their fathers. "That's winning the game," 
quietly said Mr. Fulton, as they beat a hasty retreat. "Yes," 
replied Mr. Carston, "and it didn't take him long after he got 
near the goal." 

C. W. KEVLIN, '08. 

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The Students of Spring Hill College 


Address all communications to 

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Editor-in-Chief - - - W. A. Schmitt, B. S. '08 


C. A. Olivier, '09 

College Notes 

j. e. duggan, '10 

Societies J. R. Garber, '09 

Athletics R. D. Reid, '09 

Alumni C. H. Adams, '09 

Exchanges A. J. Touart, '09 

f J. T. Bauer, 'ii 


J. P. Nelson, '09 J. T. Wagner, '09 


A few thoughts on the higher purposes of Art are here 
given from the pen of Mr. Paul C. Boudousquie, A. M., 
D. F. A. Thirty-five years spent in directing the class of 
Art here in his Alma Mater, and his long and distinguished 
service as an engineer on the government works along the 
Gulf coast, entitle him to speak with authority on the aesthetic 
as well as the practical aims of Art, Mr. Boudousquie's 


training under the best masters of Europe, the high ideals 
and perfect finish of his own works, indicate the spirit and 
taste which he wishes to impress on his scholars. 

The Exponent of Civilization. 

The very first attempt made by man to assert the supe- 
riority of mind over matter, was when he attempted to repre- 
sent in his feeble way, the marvels of Nature. 

Clumsy, though this reproduction was, it became for him 
a work of love; and thus he was manifesting even then, what 
was so ably said later on by Rankin — "Art is the work of the 
whole spirit of man." 

Crudely, but with untiring patience, his handiwork as- 
sumed shape, until, at last, it satisfied that desire to create an 
object which would attract attention ; the silent admiration of 
his fellows of inferior ideals was his reward ; and he felt con- 
scious of his manifest superiority. 

This conscious pride of the inventor is legitimate and 
fully justified; but for all that, is he not often scorned, even 
ill-treated, while painfully struggling with difficulties that 
deter spirits less resolute. Yet he persists, triumphs, and 
eventually humanity is benefited by his endeavors and 
achievements, and he makes of the world a better place to 
live in. 

The pioneer of Inventors has done more, he has aroused 
interest, and stimulated others to surpass him in excellence, 
and from that time, we record a positive advance in civiliza- 
tion, invading even the less favored quarters of our globe. 

What is to-day the real pride of leading nations? When 
you travel abroad, are you not shown accumulations of price- 
less treasures, the conquests of the mind, jealously preserved 
in libraries, museums, art galleries, typified in magnificent 
temples, imposing monuments, exquisite statuary, works of 
every utility, delicate, majestic or of elegant proportions and 
surpassing beauty, proving Art to be limitless. 

Art is ever ready to create, not to destroy; its aim is to 


recreate and to enrich the mind. It is the inspiration direct 
from -the Almighty, a spark from omnipotent power, and the 
absolute proof of our controlling influence over the animal 
kingdom ; in fact, it asserts that we are created to the image 
of our Divine Maker. 

Perhaps, some of you favored ones have attended those 
grand expositions held on historical spots of our vast conti- 
nent. While contemplating endless displays of ingenuity, 
you could not but feel that the creative genius of invention 
had invaded every branch of human industry, and Art had 
fashioned the most insignificant object presented to your 

The permeating force of progress asserted itself in these 
countless shapely objects, wrought with marvelous dexterity, 
their boldness or grace filling you with wonder. It was a true 
revelation, a wholesome incentive, when returning to your 
respective homes, to add to their general appearance, distinct 
marks of civilization. 

Surrounded as you are by a most beautiful nature, with 
perfect skies above, not surpassed even at the far-famed re- 
sorts of Italy, under a vivifying sun, enjoying an ideal climate 
giving health and virile strength, why should you not take 
your rightful place amongst the most progressive of the 
human race? Art will assist you in that noble endeavor, and 
recollect — Art is within the reach of the humblest. 

Those whose ambition is not to have lived in vain, and 
for whom patriotism is not a hollow word, by their intellectual 
diligence and manual industry, can accomplish more for their 
fatherland than the greatest of warriors ever attempted, as 
the arts of Peace are greater than the those of War. 

In learning the simple ways of rational Art, you obtain 
a better knowledge of the incomparable works of the great 
Architect of the Universe, and of His boundless benefactions. 











Tire ^rademg 

The Senior Literary Society, under the supervision of 
Fr. Guyol, S. J., reorganized on Oct. 4th and, due to the fact 
that none of the officers of the past-session returned to Col- 
lege this year, an election was immediately held. The result 
of this election was as follows: Pres., W. A. Schmitt, '08; 
Sec'y., J. P. Nelson, '09; Censor, T. V. Craven, '09. The 
member roll is exceptionally large, and regularly the Society 
holds its weekly meetings. The literary programs have been 
thoroughly enjoyed, and the several debates held caused con- 
siderable sensation in the assembly. The president has com- 
pleted an excellent and interesting series of debates scheduled 
for the second session. 

Tire Sarialilg 

Again this year the Sodality is under the experienced 
direction of Father Guyol, S. J. As usual the annual election 
of officers was held in the early part of October, and the fol- 
lowing were elected: Prefect, Jno. Nelson; Assistants, Blouin 
and Touart ; Consultors, Garber, Braud, Walsh and Toomey ; 
Sec'y., C. Olivier; Sacristans, Ball, Lavretta, McDonough ; 
Reader, H. Adams; Organist, B. Dolson. Besides the regu- 
lar Thursday morning meetings the members enjoy those on 
the first and third Sunday nights of each month, when Fr. 
Director utilizes the time in practical instructions. The usual 
formalities having been observed, several of the new mem- 
bers made their initial promises in the Sodality Chapel on 
Dec. 8. 

The Gfomr 

Since the institution of this organization we can safely 
say that never has it attained such a peerless reputation as it 
has acquired this year under the excellent management of 


Mr. J. A. Higgins, S. J. The rendition of High Mass on the 
various feast days was in keeping with its high standard and 
reflects credit not only on the moderator, but also on the indi- 
vidual members. 

Tte 38rH5s ^Etwl 

With Prof. A. J. Staub as musical director, Fr. Rittmeyer, 
S. J., as Pres., J. Nelson as V.-Pres., C. Schimpf as Treas. 
and L. Lavretta as Censor, the band has reached a high degree 
of perfection. Already it has mastered several difficult new 
pieces, and on the various occasions it has appeared before 
the public, the encores that followed each production were 
manifestations of its popularity. 

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By their untiring and zealous efforts, Profs. Staub and 
Suffich have steadily drilled the new material in the orchestra, 
until at last they have reached the former degree of efficiency. 
The classical selections rendered by the orchestra always add 
an individual charm and fascination to all our social gather- 

Tire yhrarg 

The Library could not have been put in more competent 
hands than of J. Nelson as Pres., T. Craven as V.-Pres., and 
J. Duggan as Librarian and Censor. These officers are most 
stringent in observing the rules of order, so as to render the 
reading room one of the most desirable places for the student 
body. Countless volumes of standard histories and novels 
and periodicals are at the student's disposal. 

Tire (Sgmttasium 

The Gymnasium has been well patronized this year, both 
by members of the Athletic Association and the football men. 
Several new instruments were added to the interior during 







the vacation. The "gym" is a Busy place and a spectacle of 
real muscular training. The officers are : H. Adams as Pres. 
and C. Frederic as Censor. 

Tfoe Vanl -Rxram 

No organization is better liked than the Pool and Billiard 
Room. Here the boys have a chance to display their craftiness 
with the cue and at any time of the recreation the room is not 
only filled with the players, but also with a large crowd of 
spectators. The officers are: L. Blouin as Pres., T. Wagner 
as Treas., and C. Schimpf as Censor. 


Although three-fourths of the old members deserted 
their colors by going to the Senior division, the maroon and 
gold pennant is still flying and an active body of recruits have 
been enrolled. The play for the half session is in progress, 
but its title is a secret. J. T. Bauer is president, K. P. Leche, 
Sec; J. J. McHardy, Censor. 

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The Sodality of the Holy Angels on Sunday, Nov. 15, had 
a reception of new members, who had fulfilled the strict re- 
quirements for aspirants, the ceremony being conducted by 
Rev. Fr. President. The new members are: M. H. Diaz, 
F. A. Dowe, J. C. Dowe, W. S. Ducote, T. C. Grace, T. P. 
Hale, G. L. Mayer, D. B. McNamara, L. A. Plauche, F. L. 
Prohaska, A. R. Turregano, E. C. Wagner. 

The officials chosen for the year are : J. T. Bauer, Pre- 
fect; K. P. Leche, 1st Assistant; T. C. Grace, 2nd Assistant; 
F. A. Meyer, P. P. Patotit, Sees.; M. H. Diaz, G. L. Mayer, 
Consultors ; T. P. Hale, J. C. Dowe, Sacristans. 


Tine kihrarg 

K. P. Leche, Pres. ; T. P. Grace, V-Pres.; M. H. Diaz, 
TVeas. ; G. B. Finch and C. Touart, Librarians. 

A quiet retreat at all times, and a haven of refuge in 
inclement weather, the Library is fulfilling its purpose of pro- 
moting a taste for reading and an interest in books. The 
membership is unusually large. 

St gnlrtt ^rrirman's Saitctuarg Sacictg 

It is a distinction that is highly prized to be a member of 
this organization, and the membership is complete in number. 
An artistic pin with the name of the society is worn by the 
members, and the accuracy of the service at the altar is note- 

J. T. Bauer was chosen president; K. P. Leche, Sec, and 
C. J. Holland, Censor. 

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Resplendent in their new uniforms the Band, under the 
experienced direction of Prof. Suffich, went to Mobile on 
Nov. 24 and participated in the Confederate Reunion. A 
selection of Southern airs, which had been well prepared, 
stirred the hearts of the veterans on their line of march and 
called forth the applause of the immense crowds that were 
attending the celebration. 

The members elected K. P. Leche, Pres. ; D. E. Braud, 
Sec; J. Dolson, Censor. 

Th* (Sgmttastwm 

Doing "stunts," various and wonderful, is the ordinary 
occupation of members of the Gymnasium. They make rec- 
ords and break them constantly, and new tests of strength 


and agility are invented to try the muscles and sinews of the 
new arrivals. 

The annex with a billiard table is never without occu- 
pants, still the cues have tips, though no one knows how they 
get them renewed. 

The Gymnasium officers are: W. Ducote and R. Stewart. 

The Billiard table is under the management of M. Neely, 
P. P. Patout and C. Dowe. 

«3K» OK* 

The boys of the squad have many causes for rejoicing in 
the recent football season, but, before all others, it has been 
a triumph for Mr. Maxon. For many seasons past he has 
given generously of his time and labor to the coaching of the 
college team, and has had not a few difficulties to contend 
against, and now his perseverance has achieved success. 
Every one of the games played during November was a hard, 
serious combat from start to finish, and in every one of them 
the Maxon tactics brought a sweeping victory. It would be 
a mistake to regard the present team as a product of this 
season only. The lessons of the game were learned slowly 
and gradually in past years, but Mr. Maxon was a patient 
teacher and repeated often, and in consequence his present 
class has graduated with honors. The ideas and spirit of the 
coach were adopted by all the aspirants, scrubs of a year ago, 
promoted juniors and left-overs. Mr. Maxon's knowledge of 
the game in all its latest developments, his understanding of 
the material of his team, and his self-sacrifice in promoting 
our college sports, produced a squad of the right spirit and 
calibre. The condition of the members was splendid through- 
out, and our boys have learned to play a bold, a snappy, and 
in all circumstances, a clean game. The old apathy regard- 


ing practice has disappeared, and an intelligent, personal in- 
terest in training has been displayed far more than in former 
years. Mr. Maxon by organizing victory has driven this nail 
home and clinched it. All honor to the team for its excellent 
playing, but let them not forget to whom they owe their 

& H. C, it; N. ©. tftglr Srlraal, zt al, 

Crescent City line was weak ; but back field starred. For- 
ward pass played important part. In what was by all odds 
the fastest and cleanest game of the season here, the Spring 
Hill College eleven downed the New Orleans Blue, a picked 
team from the Crescent City, Friday afternoon. 

The College boys scored two touch downs, kicked one 
goal, while the visitors failed to put the ball over. 

The game was peculiar in more than one respect. To 
begin with, the Spring Hill lads had practically three to fight, 
the quarter and two halves of the visiting eleven. The team 
from New Orleans had never before played together, and in 
view of this fact, the showing made was phenomenal. But 
for this showing the three players already mentioned are to 
be thanked almost exclusively. Their work stamped them 
within five minutes' play as being far above the class of the 
other men in their squad. 

When the College boys obtained possession of the ball 
for the first time, an attempt was made to carry the ball 
around the end. This proved disastrous, as this was impos- 
sible with Black and Wilson, the two halves on the job. 
When the play was started around either end these men 
would wade into the interference and there was practically no 
chance for the runner. The College boys did not make dur- 
ing the game twenty-five yards around the ends, due solely 
to magnificence of the opposing halves ; Brown at quarter was 
the other mainstay of the visitors. He ran the green team 
well, and time after time prevented scoring by his phenom- 
enal tackling. But Kevlin at quarter for Spring Hill dis- 
played rare good judgment in the running of the team, and 
to this is largely due the success of the purple and white. 


The quarter saw within a few minutes that nothing was to 
be gained around the ends, and he immediately began work- 
ing the ball down the field on bucks off tackle. Both halves, 
the Full, and both tackles were used time after time to smash 
through the woefully weak visiting line at tackle. 'The results 
bore out Kevlin's judgment. Almost every buck netted his 
team good gain and toward the close of the first half the Col- 
lege lads scored. 

In the carrying over the ball of this touch down good 
judgment was again shown. The plays had been for many 
straight bucks off tackle. With the ball on the Blue's 
twelve yard line, a place seeming to be another buck off right 
tackle was set in motion. The buck, however, was simply a 
cover for a forward pass, which worked to perfection and sent 
the ball over for a touch down, A. H. Touart flashing across 
the line before the visitors realized what was transpiring. 

The second half was almost a repetition of the first save 
for the fact that once during this half the visitors loomed up 
dangerously, being held for downs inside Spring Hill's ten 
yard line. A thirty yard buck by Wilson took the ball well 
towards Spring Hill's goal line and the visitors lost the ball 
on downs only after having failed by inches to make the re- 
quired distance. 

After thus staving off the tally, the Hill lads punted out 
of danger, recovering the ball on a punt and then reduplicating 
the feat in less than three minutes. This put the ball well 
into the Blue territory and again the cross fire bucks of tackle 
was brought into play, producing the second tally. Riffel 
kicked goal after this touch down and the score was eleven 
to nothing against the visitors. 

On the third kick off Wallet ran more than fifty yards 
through a broken field, shaking off tackier after tackier, only 
to be finally thrown by Captain Brown, who was not to be 
downed by two men running as interference for Wallet. 

During the last half Spring Hill was penalized four times 
for failing to complete forward passes. This possibly pre- 
vented another score. For Spring Hill the work of Kelly and 



Touart was exceptionally good, 
ever, Kevlin deserves the palm of 
The line up : 

For his generalship, how- 
the day's performance. 

S. H. C. 

New Orleans. 


L. E. 



L, T. 



L. G. 






R. G. 



R. T. 



R. E. 


H. Kevlin 

Q- B. 

Brown (Capt.) 


R. H. 


Kelly (Capt.) 

F. B. 



L. H. 


Summary : Touch downs, Touart one, Glynn one. Goal 
Riffel. Time of halves twenty minutes. Referee Maddox. 
Umpire Dr. Madler. 

—The Mobile Herald, Nov. 8. 

Spring Hill dallpge, 11, TOctricmHhtstitute, 0. 

Perry County Lads Beaten by Spring Hill in Spectacular 

Contest — Speed and Team Work of Locals Count 

More than Visitors' Weight. 

Shades of night fell at Spring Hill yesterday afternoon on 
two football teams battling grimly, fiercely, desperately, as 
though life were the prize to be gained. The ball was in the 
possession of the husky warriors from Perry county who 
were grimly fighting their sullen, stubborn foe slowly down 
the field upon their own goal line. But when the purple and 
white squad had been forced back to within 10 yards of that 
fatal line, the shrill call of the referee's whistle putting an end 
to the battle, sounded, and one of the greatest football games 
ever pulled off here had passed into history. 

And with the darkness settling rapidly over the field of 


battle, there went up a shout from the Spring Hill supporters 
in which pent up enthusiasm made itself felt. For the purple 
and white warriors, fighting against odds of weight and expe- 
rience, had trailed in the dust the haughty colors of the up- 
state lads, had showed that they were masters of the aggrega- 
tion which last season handed them such a bitter defeat, and 
had gained the additional honor of keeping their foes from 
crossing their goal line. 

The purple and white lads scored twice and kicked one 
goal during the game which was fast, snappy and well played 
throughout. Twice during the game their goal was in immi- 
nent danger, but with the shadow of their own goal posts fall- 
ing athwart them, the purple warriors braced, held like a 
stone wall, and took the ball on down. 

From the start the Marion delegation was out-played. It 
was only by a shade at the beginning, but as the game pro- 
gressed the odds in favor of the Spring Hill warriors grew 
larger. Their lack of weight was more than made up by their 
good work, especially in open play where they starred. 
Through the line they were on the whole far less successful 
than on the more open style, notwithstanding the fact that 
both touchdowns were made through the gold and black line. 

On the other hand, the visitors gained little by their open 
play, and to this may be attributed their defeat. On bucks, 
especially off tackle, the visitors were unstopable at times, 
but they were unable to keep up this strenuous method of 
pounding back their opponents. And only once or twice dur- 
ing the entire game, did their open play net them material 

The visitors rushed the ball to within three short feet of 
the purple line within the first seven minutes of play. With 
the ball in their possession near the center of the field, the 
Perry county lads punted twice and on each occasion a bad 
fumble by a purple runner allowed the ball to go again to the 
visitors. This put the ball well towards Spring Hill's goal 
line. Then a 10-yard run, aided by two bucks off tackle, put 
the ball within less than one yard of the fatal line. The 
down was the third, and Marion attempted to go the distance 


over the purple left tackle. But it was not to be. The col- 
lege line hurled back the rush and the ball went over on 
downs. Riffel punted out of danger. 

The left end's boot put the ball well in Marion's territory. 
Then with the college boys in possession of the ball, Touart 
tore off a spectacular 30-yard run, carrying the pigskin within 
the visitors' 10-yard line. Again Touart was called on and 
he carried the ball over for the first tally. Riffel missed a 
goal against the wind. The half ended with the ball in 
Marion's territory, but in possession of the up-staters. 

The second half was almost an exact repetition of the 
first. The college lads resorted more to open play, working 
several forward passes to a nicety. Twice in this half Riffel 
punted against the strong wind, and on both occasions Cap- 
tain Kelly recovered the ball. This put the fighting again 
well towards Marion's goal. Two forward passes, the last 
after the Hill boys had twice attempted to carry the ball over 
from the three-yard line on bucks, put Touart over for the 
second and last touchldown of the game. 

Then with only a few minutes left to play, the gold and 
black warriors, goaded on by defeat staring them in the face, 
took the ball and almost swept their opponents off their feet, 
carrying the oval by fierce bucks through the purple line to 
within striking distance of the Hill goal. But the spurt had 
come too late. Time was called before the purple line could 
be crossed, and the greatest game ever pulled off at Spring 
Hill had been numbered with the things that were. 

The work of Touart for Spring Hill was the spectacular 
feature of the game. Captain Kelly also covered himself with 
glory, while the kicking of Riffel added most materially to 
the success of his squad. 

For Marion, Johnson and Mabry did the best work, both 
men proving good ground-gainers. They also tackled well. 

The line-up : 

Marion Institute — Thomas, left end; Koppins, left tackle; 
Stewart, left guard; Manning, center; Marsh, right guard; 
Savage, right tackle ; Blue, right end ; Johnson, quarterback ; 


Smith, left halfback; Mabry (captain), right halfback; Heath, 

Spring Hill — Riff el, left end; Braud, left tackle; Veltin, 
left guard ; Frederic, center ; Dugan, right guard ; Walet, right 
tackle; Nelson, right end; H. Kevlin, quarterback; Touart, 
left halfback; Becker, right halfback; Kelly (captain) fullback. 

Summary — Referee, Carter. Umpire, Madler. Time- 
keeper, Kevlin, Whiting. Head linesman, Hartwell. Time of 
halves, twenty-five minutes. 

The Mobile Herald, Nov. 13. 

Spring Hill GMfegB, Jft; & Mississippi (EtrllEgE, 

Local Collegians put it Over Bunch which Tied Medical 

College Squad. 

There was some football at Spring Hill yesterdav after- 
noon when the college chaps backed the lads from the South 
Mississippi College plumb off the ground. There wasn't any- 
thing that you could notice to the game except the local col- 
legians, especially so far as the scoring went, but the motley 
looking aggregation from across the state line played good 
ball for all that. The score, 16 to 0, doesn't hardly give the 
visitors credit for the game they played. 

It was the same old story with the same old result. The 
visitors have as much natural ability as the purple and white 
players, but they lack the training and experience. And this 
lack put them on the hummer, set the College boys away out 
in front, and made the visitors look like a selling plater 
matched against a 100 to 1 favorite. The selling platers were 
as game as you ever saw and individually played ball that 
was good enough to do credit to any bunch of men, but they 
weren't up to snuff when it came to standing off the fancy 
figures the Maxon bunch cut loose. And as a result they 
found themselves wandering around with the small end of the 
score when the game was over, while the Spring Hill laddies 


hollered themselves hoarse with delight at having ended an- 
other victory to their ever-increasing string. 

To jnst one thing is attributed the defeat of the visitors. 
They played football of at least three seasons ago. They 
played good football of its sort, but the style was too anti- 
quated to keep them in the running with the lightning plays 
of the Maxon outfit. They could do nothing with the forward 
passes of the Spring Hill delegation, and it was largely on 
this style of play that the Hill lads won. 

The purple and white put over a touchdown in the first 
half, putting the ball from the center of the field on two nice 
forward passes and later taking it over the line on the same 
play. Riffel kicked a goal without trouble. In the second 
half, after trying for more than half their allotted time to 
do something by other tactics, the Maxon delegation resorted 
again to open play and easily put over another touchdown. 
Again Riffel kicked goal. Then a short time later, working 
the ball to Mississippi's forty-yard line, Riffel dropped back 
five yards and booted as pretty a drop kick between the bars 
as ever Eckersol pulled off, even in his palmiest days. 

All this time the Mississippi lads were fighting grimly, 
gamely, desperately against overwhelming odds. On straight, 
old-style football, they were almost the equals of their oppo- 
nents, but when the forward pass was brought into action, 
they were immediately outclassed. They were powerless to 
stop the long passes which the College boys pulled off time 
after time. The visitors were helpless and bewildered before 
this style of play. 

Probably the most spectacular feature of the game was 
the really wonderful playing of Moss at half for the visitors. 
The youngster showed as much natural ability as was ever 
seen here. He made fully one-half the tackles his team got. 
He played everywhere. There wasn't a play that he didn't 
get under, not a man that he did not at least assist in stopping. 
Captain Graham, playing the other half, also played wonder- 
ful ball. He was a tower of strength on the defensive and 
the most consistent of ground gainers. The Brelands, playing 


the two ends for the visitors, also played brilliantly. J. Bre- 
land, at right end, has the making of a Fenton in him. 

For the Spring Hill boys, Rifrel's all-round good work 
was a feature. Again the end showed that he is to be rated 
as a kicker of the first water. His toe work was brilliant, 
steady and unerring throughout. Kevlin, at quarter, was an- 
other star. As has been the case throughout the season, he 
showed rare good judgment in running the team. Touart and 
Glynn also played in unusually good style. 

The line-up was as follows : 

Spring Hill — Left end, Riffel ; left tackle, Turregano, 
Braud ; left guard, Veltin ; centre, Frederics ; right guard, W. 
Dugan ; right tackle, Andrepont ; right end, Glynn ; quarter, 
H. Kevlin ; left half, Touart ; full back, Braud, Kelly (cap- 
tain) ; right half back, Becker, W. Kevlin. 

South Mississippi College— -Left end, Breland ; left tackle, 
Batson ; left guard, Graham ; centre, Hemphill ; right guard, 
Howell; right tackle, Dibbins; right end, J. Breland; quarter 
back, Landrum; right half back, Graham (captain) ; full back, 
Mason; left half back, Moss. 

Referee — Milder. Umpire — Burks. Time of halves — 
twenty-five minutes. 

The Mississippi boys had made a fierce fight, but their 
voices were sweet and melodious as they sang their own dirge 
after the battle. 

"Hard Luck took the horse-shoe from the door." 
"Hard Luck — Hard Luck." 

—The Herald, Nov. 20. 

Spring HiTT Qlcrttege, 5; Fart Ittargait, 0. 

A game with the artillery men of Fort Morgan has for 
many years been the sauce to our Thanksgiving turkey, and 
the sauce was more than usually piquant this year. The 
boys in blue have invariably proved themselves chivalrous 


opponents. A keen contest, good comradeship and no un- 
pleasantness marked this combat between the College and 
the Fort ; and the large crowd that attended the game on 
Nov. 26, 1908, proved how popular is this annual event. A 
hearty welcome was, as usual, given to the gunners, and the 
day was rendered thoroughly enjoyable by the spirit of fair 
play and friendly rivalry which was so prominently mani- 
fested by the Fort Morgan team and their comrades, who 
came to cheer them in the fight. There was, however, on 
our part not a little anxious speculation about the score, 
though this anxiety was not shared by our squad. The sol- 
diers had the best eleven they have so far put in the field, and 
the College conld boast the same advantage. Weight and 
age were in favor of the visitors, still our team was confident. 
It was light infantry against heavy artillery, but pluck and 
endurance gave us the victory. The defenders of the purple 
and white stood their ground, repelled the attack, and then 
swept the trenches and spiked the guns of the fort. There 
was not a dull moment in the game. The charge of the mili- 
tary was irresistible, and they broke through our lines for 
heavy gains again and again. The admirable endurance of 
our own men was the only thing that saved our goal line from 
being crossed. 

When the college boys had scored, the gunners were on 
their mettle, and were determined to put the ball over the 
line at any cost. Their onset was terrific ; thirty, forty, fifty 
yards were gained, and it looked as if nothing could stop them 
when only ten more yards separated them from the goal. 
But here the reserve of energy and the staying powers of the 
college team came to the rescue. The fierce onslaught had 
proved more exhausting to the military than to the colle- 
gians, and amid ringing cheers Fort Morgan was held for 
downs, and the ball went to Spring Hill. 

The soldiers outweighed the Spring Hill eleven about 
thirty pounds to the man, and too much cannot be said of the 
gameness displayed by the latter. It was a magnificent test 
of the old against the new style of football and the Maxon 
bunch proved the better. From the minute that the referee 


called play until the soldiers were downed behind their line, 
good football was played, no roughing of any consequence 
marred the game, and the immense crowd that journeyed to 
the college campus were amply repaid. Without a doubt it 
was the big game of the season for the Hill team. 

The Soldiers put up a magnificent game both on the de- 
fense and offense. Particularly good was their bucking 
owing to superior weight, but the college held strong as the 
game progressed and kicks were resorted to. Riffel for 
Spring Hill, outpunted Evans for the soldiers, and several 
times put the purple and white on easy street. Wallace 
Kevlin was conspicuous in several long end-runs and his in- 
terference was exceptionally good. Capt. Kelly, of Spring 
Hill, proved a star and his forty-yard run for a touch-down 
was the feature. Kevlin, the Spring Hill quarterback, ran 
the team like a veteran. At no stage of the game was he at 
a loss to work his machine. 

Evans for the soldiers proved a star. His punting and 
tackling ranked with the best seen on the local gridiron in 
years, and with eleven men equally as good the soldiers might 
have won. Capt. O'Donnell of Fort Morgan, was time and 
again sent around the ends for gains, but as the game went 
on he slackened off. 

First Half. 

Spring Hill won the toss-up and at 3 :25 Riffel kicked off 
for the college. The soldiers returned the ball seven yards, 
the runner being downed by W. Kevlin, and play commenced 
on the 20-yard line. Evans goes around left end for one 
yard. O'Donnell is sent for two more and on the next round 
the soldiers make the downs. Evans fumbles on the next 
play and gains nothing. Taute makes a quarterback run and 
is thrown back by Touart without gaining. Evans is forced 
to kick and sends the pigskin thirty yards. Touart makes 
three yards around end and Braud two yards through tackle. 
Spring Hill is forced to kick and Riffel sends the ball forty 
yards. Fort Morgan makes two yards on a buck. Evans 
goes fifteen yards around right end. Evans bucks but Veltin 
tackles him for a loss. Fort Morgan is stopped again by W. 


Kevlin and forced to kick. The oval goes thirty yards and 
H. Kevlin runs it up ten yards. Touart gains two yards. 
Kelly gains two also and Riffel kicks. Soldiers get the ball 
and O'Donnell bucks five yards. Merrill gains one yard 
through left guard. They are held for downs and the ball 
goes over. Triple pass from H. Kevlin to W. Kevlin to Tou- 
art terminating in a forward pass to Wallet, results in a 25- 
yard gain. W. Kevlin is thrown for a loss. Riffel signals 
for a kick and the ball is shot over his head. He recovers the 
ball and runs it up for twenty yards ; Fort Morgan tackles 
out of bounds and is penalized fifteen yards. Spring Hill 
fails to gain and Riffel punts. Fort Morgan gets the ball 
and runs it up two yards on first down. They fail to make 
a kick and Spring Hill gets the ball. Two yards are lost on 
first down and a fumble again loses the ball. 

Fort Morgan gets the ball and kicks and recovers it on 
a fumble. O'Donnell goes seven yards around right end. 
Forward pass fails and H. Kevlin gets ball. Touart fails to 
gain. W. Kevlin is sent around left end for ten yards. Vel- 
tin attempts forward pass and the soldiers get the ball. Evans 
fails to gain. A forward pass fails, being off side. The same 
thing is tried and H. Kevlin makes seventeen yards on return. 
Time is called with the ball in Spring Hill's possession on 
their 40-yard line. 

Second Half. 

Evans kicks off for Fort Morgan and H. Kevlin runs it 
up fifteen yards. Spring Hill makes no gains. Spring Hill 
calls for an on-side kick and Riffel responds by sending the 
ball straight at Captain Kelly. With magnificent interfer- 
ence by W. Kevlin, Kelly runs forty yards for a touchdown. 
Riffel fails to kick goal. 

Score : Spring Hill 5 ; Fort Morgan 0. 

Spring Hill kicks off and O'Donnell brings it up ten 
yards. Evans circles end for eighteen yards and O'Donnell 
goes for eight more ; Evans adds another eight. By bucks 
and end runs the soldiers worked the ball down to Spring 
Hill's 10-yard line. The collegians rallied nobly and the sol- 
diers were forced back. An end run was attempted. 


Spring Hill's whole team was in the game at this point, 
especially the backs, and the soldiers lost the ball on downs. 
Braud hits the line for ten yards. Touart circles end for 
eighteen yards. Braud gets two more yards. Wallet adds 
another two. Riffel kicks out of danger and Kelly downs the 
runner-back. Fort Morgan gains five yards on end run. 
They buck for two more. Evans kicks for thirty yards. 
Touart signals for a fair catch, but is tackled, and Fort Mor- 
gan is penalized five yards. A double pass executed by Wal- 
lace Kevlin and Riffel sends the latter for twenty yards 
around the end. H. and W. Kevlin failed to gain. Braud 
makes nine yards through center. Miller was put in at center 
for the Soldiers at this point. W. Kevlin goes eight yards 
through the same place. The college quarterback makes five 
yards on a fake kick. With two minutes left to play, Riffel 
drops back for a kick. Miller blocks drop-kick but Riffel 
recovers ball. Spring Hill punts, the ball going behind the 
soldiers' goal line just as time is up. 

Score : Spring Hill, 5 ; Fort Morgan, 0. 

The Lineup. 

Fort Morgan — Boss, right end ; Hogan, right tackle ; 
Wallace, right guard; Lauga, Miller, center; Whitney, left 
guard; Sharp, left tackle; Hopkins, left end; Taute, quarter; 
Evans, right half; Merrill, full; O'Donnell (captain), left half. 

Spring Hill — Nelson, right end ; Walet, right tackle ; 
Duggan, right guard; Frederic, center; Veltin, left guard; 
Braud, left tackle; Riffel, left end; H. Kevlin, quarter; W. 
Kevlin, right half; Touart, left half; Kelly (captain), full. 

Referee, Lewis (Chicago) ; umpire, Captain Brown (West 
Point) ; field judge, Ross ; head linesman, Tomblin (Chicago) ; 
time-keepers, Maxon (Cornell) ; Lieut. Meade (West Point.) 

After the game the college rooters had a triumphal march ; 
the numbers of their marching song were more melodious in 
the moment of victory than when reproduced in print. 

"Here comes the 'Varsity 
Picked men of S. H. C, 
Maxon's the coach for mine: 



Touart and Kelly 
Wallace and Henry 

They play our back field fine; 

Veltin and Dugan too, 

Riffel and end Zulu, 
Brand, Walet and Nelson shine; 

Frederic's our center, 

No one can enter 
Spring Hill's football line." 


For nearly two months after the return to college the 
Juniors kept steadily at baseball before they abandoned the 
diamond for the gridiron. A schedule was arranged and 
played to a finish. After a try-out of new players, two teams 
of good material and fairly equal were formed, Grace leading 
the Blues and Bauer the Reds. The Blues had won three 
games in succession before their competitors aroused them- 
selves to any serious efforts. Then came a tug of war, and 
the Reds put the next four games to their credit. Another 
game for the Blues made the record even. The last game of 
the series proved a decidedly interesting contest, but victory 
finally decided for Captain Grace and his blue jackets. 







First B. 



Second B. 



Third B. 






L, F. 



C. F. 



R. F. 



S. S. 



Scorer G. L. Mayer 




A second league was formed under Orsi and Braud, and 
they had plenty of enthusiasm and played a number of good 
games. They did not, however, complete their series, and 
there were no prizes awarded in consequence. 

Rumor spoke of a third league, but it soon became invis- 
ible. The best players were drafted, and thereafter the dia- 
mond knew them not. 

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On Nov. 22 the Juniors' team of S. H. C. began their 
schedule by defeating the second team of M. M. I. Through- 
out the entire contest Spring Hill gained at will and gave 
marked signs of superior coaching, which enabled them to 
keep the ball well in the enemy's territory. The second half 
ended in a whirlwind. The Juniors made two touchdowns 
in the last two minutes of play. For the college, Ducote 
broke continually through the opposing line ; Bauer and Dol- 
son at halves did magnificent work ; Wohner at right end 
showed himself fleet-footed and a sure tackle and made one 
spectacular run of 40 yards through a broken field. McHardy 
at left end played his usual brilliant game, as might be ex- 
pected from the star of the Junior eleven. 

M. M. I. 
Bidgood (Capt.) 

The line up. 

Left End 
Left Tackle 
Left Guard 
Right Guard 
Right Tackle 
Right End 
A. B. 
R. H. B. 
L. H. B. 
F. B. 

S. H. C. 

Bauer (Capt.) 






Spring Hill ©allege and ftirteg 

Nov. 12, 1908. 

The practice work is scarcely done, 

The rooters silenced all, 
The lines await the whistle's blast, 

Our lads receive the ball. 

The teams crouch down before the sphere, 

Loud rings the mystic sign, 
The ball is snapped, the heroes charge 

Right through th' opposing line. 

With fumble, fall and penalty 

The contest waxes warm. 
'Tis up and down and 'cross the field 

Just like an eddying storm. 

A thousand breathless stand with fear, 

That chills our very soul. 
O can it be? Shall Marion score! 

They're one yard from our goal. 

One little yard ! 'Tis ample space ; 

Our line needs but one foot. 
The breeze that waves the pine's tall stem 

Cannot tear up the root. 

And like the taproot of the pine 

Each player holds his ground. 
Safe ! Safe ! the ball is punted far, 

And further still to bound. 

First half — a touchdown for the Hill, 
The foemen fail to score. 


Like fortune in the second half; 
Old Marion's limbs are sore. 

Let drum and trumpet loud acclaim 

The glories of the field ; 
The victors of a year ago 

To Captain Kelly yield. 

Then loudly cheer our gallant team, 

Who won the glorious fight ; 
And o'er the brave their colors wave 

The Purple and the White ! 

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The B. A. class of '08 has divided its members almost 
equally between the professions and business. F. L. Barker, 
F. M. Olivier and J. Vizard have entered Tulane Law School, 
and for the same purpose R. M. Breard and L. L. Bordelon 
have commenced reading in law offices. E. E. Escalante has 
gone to Jefferson Medical College, Philadelphia. 

No, Bob Levert is not keeping a candy store this year , 
he is doing a more substantial business in the J. B. Levert Co. 
of New Orleans. J. M. Supple, T. J. Burns and W. M. Walsh 
are learning business under the paternal eye. A. J. Danos is 
on the plantation in Louisiana preparing for an extension of 
the sugar industry in Mexico. D. L. Austin is in the office of 
the Tampa Construction Co. J. B. Wogan is interested in 
the brokerage business of Hattier and Co., New Orleans. 
P. C. Burguieres, after his trip to a few continents, is "back 
on the farm" and bossing down on Cypremort Plantation. 

Of the B. S. class W. A. Schmitt, H. R. Kevlin and C. W. 
Kevlin are taking a P. G. course here at the college. J. G. 
Parslow covers a large territory in the south as representative 
of a company for automatic railway crossings. J. E. Deegan 
wields a compass and a rule with a firm of architects in Mo- 
bile, and S. Simon is in the mercantile line with his father. 

Camille Brown, who has been in pharmacy since '03, has 
now taken up the medical course in Tulane. 

Rceently we had the pleasure of a visit from Mr. Spencer 
Semmes, our oldest living graduate, who entered the college 
in '49 and received his degree in '55. Mr. Semmes is a son 
of the famous Confederate Admiral, and father of Rev. O. 
Semmes, S. J., who for the past two years has been a mis- 
sionary in the Philippines. Fr. Semmes, who has returned to 
the United States and is now stationed in Tampa, Fla., also 
paid us a welcome visit. Mr. Spencer Semmes has promised 
to write reminiscences of his college days in the early fifties. 


Max. D. Touart, M. D., who graduated in '05, was at the 
college for our Thanksgiving game. In January the Doctor 
expects to take up his work as an interne in a New York 

Martin D. McGrath, of Brookhaven, Miss., has for some 
years taken a kindly interest in the Review and has in many 
other ways proved himself a loyal alumnus of S. H. C. One 
of the fathers of the college who was prefect of the Senior 
division back in '84 has furnished the following note about 
the career of Mr. Martin D. McGrath : 

It is now more than twenty years since the subject of 
this note left Spring Hill College and I doubt if any of the 
boys of that day are more fondly remembered. The same 
sterling qualities, that distinguished him as a boy in college 
and endeared him to his professors, have since, in a wider 
sphere, won him the esteem and affection of his fellow citi- 
zens. Mr. McGrath married soon after leaving the college 
and is now surrounded by a large and devoted family. A 
high sense of honor, and not mere expediency, has established 
reputation for business integrity in his native town and the 
surrounding country. Though prominent as a merchant and 
with large interests under his control, his business engage- 
ments have never been permitted to interfere with his reli- 
gious obligations, and by word and example he has done a 
great deal to make the Catholic Church respected by his non- 
Catholic fellow citizens. His manly character and practical 
faith have been a power for good in Brookhaven, and it is 
sincerely to be hoped that he will long continue to be a credit 
to his native town as well as to his Alma Mater. 

W. T. 

L. H. Francez was married on Dec. 9 at Carencro, La. 
During his whole course in the college, as old boys will re- 
member, he was the most genial and popular of our students, 
and his record on the diamond is still spoken of. The good 
wishes of a host of his fellow-students went out to him on this 
happy event. 

Dr. Edward B. Dreaper of Mobile was graduated with 

Brookhaven, Miss. 


distinction from the medical department of the University of 
Pennsylvania in the class of 1907. Plis examination papers 
then won for him a position as interne for two years in St. 
Joseph's hospital, one of the honors of the school. Dr. 
Dreaper will conclude his term as interne at St. Joseph's hos- 
pital before entering upon practice. Meantime he has re- 
ceived notice, dated November 4, 1908, that his examination 
for a license as physician and surgeon before the state board 
of medical examiners of New Jersey, sitting at Long Branch, 
had been passed upon and license granted. Dr. Dreaper has 
not yet decided where he will pursue his profession. 

The many friends of Mr. T. H. McHatton are delighted 
that he has been elected professor of horticulture at the Uni- 
versity of Georgia, and took charge and began his lectures 
on the 26th of October. 

Prof. McHatton's work at the United States experiment 
station has been eminently satisfactory, and his resignation 
Was accepted with regret at the meeting of the board. 

Prof. McHatton will have entire charge of the furnishing 
and equipping of the splendid new agricultural building at the 
university, recently completed at a cost of $98,000, and will 
plan and direct the work of beautifying the magnificent tract 
of nine hundred acres belonging to it. 

Mr. P. H. Prieur, A. B. '95, has recently done a good piece 
of work at Biloxi, Miss., and his efforts are well worth atten- 

The communication which caused so great a stir not only 
among the Catholics, but among persons of other denomina- 
tions, was published in the Baptist Record of Nov. 12, 1908, 
a Jackson, Miss., publication. P. H. Prieur, of the firm of 
D'Aquin & Prieur and Grand Knight of the Order of Knights 
of Columbus, was shown the communication in the Baptist 
paper, ?nd replied to it in the columns of the Biloxi Herald. 

After speaking of a revival recently held at the Baptist 
Church here, Mr. Roper made the following statements : 

"Our growth is slow down here. There are many things 


against us, chief among which is the predominating influence 
of Catholicism, which has ruled here for more than two cen- 

"Catholicism does not stand for the Bible nor for personal 
responsibility, nor for moral living. 

"Do as you please, only make your confession to the 
priests and look to them for salvation. 

"It is but little removed from heathenism and is less ex- 
cusable, for it is sin against the light. 

"The standard of morals is very low here, as is always 
the case with priest-ridden districts. 

"A pure Gospel and a high standard of moral living, 
therefore, have but little welcome among such people. 

"Let me say we have some of God's choicest spirits here; 
pray for us that the number may be greatly multiplied. 

"W. A. ROPER." 

In his reply to the above, Mr. Prieur said : 

"What I do object to and what every Catholic man in 
this city and on this coast who has a mother or sister, a wife 
or daughter, should object to is this man's very broad and 
un-Christian assertions that the standard of morals of all 
Catholics is very low, and the inference that so long as we 
Catholics confess to a priest we may indulge in all sorts of 
licentiousness. Such remarks are no longer attacks on our 
Church alone, but they reach even the very sanctity of our 
own homes ; they bear upon the fair names of our mothers ; 
they are intended to injure the reputation of our wives, and 
they would blacken th-e immaculate purity of our sisters and 

Several Catholics called upon Mr. Roper to-day and 
caused him to sign the following public apology, which was 
duly sworn to before a notary public and published : 

"To the people of Biloxi : 

"I, the undersigned, W. A. Roper, do hereby apologize to 
the Catholics in this community for the contents of my com- 
munication to the Baptist Record of Nov. 12, 1908, and do 
retract everything therein which reflects on the Catholic 


Church, the character and morality of the priests and congre- 
gation and on the community at large. 

"Signed this 27th day of November, 1908. 

"W. A. ROPER. 

"Witnesses: P. H. Prieur, A. L. Krebs, M. L. Michel." 

Protestants as well as Catholics have condemned Mr. 
Roper for his statements, and Judge Z. T. Champlin, a lead- 
ing member of the First Baptist Church, has published a pro- 
test, in which he condemns Mr. Roper's sentiments and regrets 
their publication. 

It is rumored that Mr. Roper will be asked to resign from 
his pastorate. 

Death of Fr. McFeeley, O. P., at Louisville, Ky., Aug. 
22, '08. 

Father McFeeley had been in declining health since last 
September, and spent a great part of his time at Sts. Mary 
and Elizabeth's Hospital, where his death finally occurred. 
He was born in New Orleans March 16, 1845, and in 1859 
entered Spring Hill College at Mobile, Ala. He joined the 
Order of Preachers at St. Louis Bertrand Church, August 15, 
1870. At one time he was prior at St. Rose's convent at 
Springfield, Ky., and was also prior at St. Louis Bertrand 
Church, where he spent the last twenty-five years of his life. 
His death was the result of dropsy and was heard of with 
widespread regret by the people of Louisville on Sunday 
morning. The body lay in state in the church at St. Louis 
Bertrand all day Sunday; and thousands who knew the dead 
priest passed in and out to view for the last time the face of 
their dead friend. 

Old age in one instance, and a frightful accident in the 
other, took off two of our old students in November. 

Alcee Jacques Villere, one of the best known lawyers of 
New Orleans, and a grandson of Governor Villere, died of 
apoplexy at his residence, 1225 Peniston Street. He was 77 
years old. Mr. Villere was born in Plaquemines Parish, on 
a sugar plantation. His father was Anatole Villere, youngest 


of the six sons of Governor Villere, and his mother was Miss 
Helmina Forstall. 

Mr. Villere was born April 24, 1831, and from 1850 had 
resided in New Orleans. He was educated at Spring Hill 
College, and was at school here when his father died, 

Mr. Villere was admitted to the bar in 1855. From 1851 
to 1880 he managed the office of Clerk of the Second District 
Court, serving the several clerks elected between those years. 
Between 1880 and 1888 he practiced his profession, but in 
1888 he was elected Register of Conveyances on the Young 
Men's Democratic Association ticket and served for four 
years, until 1892. 

The explosion on the river boat Carter on the Mississippi 
brought instant death to Casimir Leblanc. He received his 
degree from Spring Hill in '97. The heartrending nature of 
the accident has called forth the deepest sympathy for his 
family in their bereavement. 

At Mobile on the night of Nov. 29 died Harry I. Spotts- 
wood after five months' illness. Harry Spottswood had en- 
tered Spring Hill in 1900, but last year he attended the Ala- 
bama Polytechnic College at Auburn, Ala. The announce- 
ment of his death was heard with deep regret by the faculty 
and students of Spring Hill College. 

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S. H. C. 

Pardue, C. F 4 1 1 

Brown, 2nd B 4 2 1 1 

Firment, R. F 4 1 

Riffel, P 3 1 4 

Nicrosi, 1st B 2 10 1 2 

Kelly, 3rd B 2 1 2 1 2 

Fossier, L. F 3 2 1 

Dolson, S. S 3 2 1 

Nelson, C 1 1 7 1 

Black, C 1 2 2 

Total 27 5 2 27 10 6 

Score by Innings 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R. H. E. 

W. O. W 1 2 1 4 3 2 

S. H. C 4 1 5 2 6 

Fort Morgan, 1; S. ft. C, 11. 

The morning of February 20 was enlivened by a ball 
game with Fort Morgan. The soldiers had returned to even 
up matters for the football defeat, but fared badly, as the 
score indicates. Through want of team work they were un- 
able to cope with the trained youngsters of the purple and 
white. Pardue pitched for the college and throughout the 
game had the soldiers completely at his mercy. Riffel in 
center field was the star of the performance ; twice at the 
bat, he got two long singles. Brown and Pardue scored 
three times each. Nicrosi accepted eleven chances and some 
of them were hard propositions. Black threw in veteran 
style to the bases and shut off one steal. 


Ft. Morgan— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. 

Roberson, 2nd B 3 2 1 

Evans, S. S 3 1 2 

Martin, 3rd B 3 3 

Brees, C 2 4 

O'Connell, 1st B 2 1 1 7 

Martin, L. F 2 1 

Terrell, C. F 2 2 1 

Slogar, R. F 2 1 2 1 

Stinson, P 2 1 1 

Total 21 1 2 18 8 3 

S. H. C— 

Pardue, P 2 3 1 9 1 

Brown, 2nd B 2 3 1 2 2 

Firment, R. F 2 1 

Nicrosi, 1st B 3 2 1 11 

Riffel, C. F 2 2 2 

Kelley, 3rd B 3 1 1 1 

Fossier, L. F 3 1 1 

Dolson, S. S 3 

Black, C 2 1 3 2 1 

Nelson, C 2 

Total 22 11 7 18 14 5 

Score by innings 1 2 3 4 5 6 R. H. E. 

Fort Morgan 10 12 3 

S. H. C 1 5 1 1 1 2 11 7 5 

TCni Flotilla, ^U. S. N., 8; S. H. 01., 7. 

On the evening of the 20th the sorrows of defeat followed 
the joys of victory. The sailor boys were splendid bo'h in 
material and team work. They forced Riffel to retire in the 
first after having scored on him four times. Pardue, who had 


pitched in the morning, was then sent in, but was soon forced 
to yield the rubber to Touart, who has in consequence the 
loss of the game officially scored against his name Sailor 
Kelly in left made some spectacular catches. 

3rd Flotilla— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. 

Kelly, L. F 5 1 4 

Schofrt, P 4 1 1 1 

Walker, 2nd B 5 1 1 6 2 

Heinie, 3rd B 4 1 3 1 2 

Avery, C. F 3 4 2 2 3 

Burroughs, S. S 5 2 2 

Gaffe, 1st B 4 1 11 1 1 

Wilson, R. F 4 1 

Bouks, C 2 3 1 2 

Total 36 8 6 27 12 8 

S. H. C— 

Pardue, C. F. & P 4 1 7 1 

Touart, P 1 1 

Brown, 2nd B 4 3 2 1 

Firment, R. F 5 1 

Riff el, P 3 2 3 2 1 1 

Nicrosi, 1st B 4 1 2 10 1 

Kelly, 3rd B 4 1 1 

Fossier, L, F 4 1 2 2 1 

Dolson, S. S 4 2 

Nelson, C 3 7 3 1 

Black, C 1 2 1 2 

Total 37 7 10 27 14 8 

Score by Innings 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R. H. E. 

3rd Flotilla 4 00010201868 

S. H. C 3 2 1 1 7 10 8 


kxrozxmiles, 6; S. ¥L QL, 8. 

On Feb. 27 the college team defeated Louzon and his 
professionals. Louzon varied his usual stunts by driving out 
a home run and a two-bagger that reached left field fence. 
James at second was the star of the visitors ; he also put the 
ball on the far side of the fence. Pardue outclassed Ery in 
the pitching. Captain Riff el was three times at the bat and 
got two hits. Brown, besides doing good work in the field, 
got two hits out of four times at the bat. Black got ten put- 
outs to his credit and only one error. Louzon sent a line 
drive over third which gave Fossier a chance for a fast catch 
that proved the brightest feature of the game. 

Louzonites— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. 

Calmette, R. F 5 

Fritz, L. F 4 1 

Louzon, C 4 2 2 7 3 3 

Wallace, S. S 4 2 1 2 

James, 2nd B 4 1 1 1 2 

Martin, C. F 4 1 1 

Kelly, 3rd B 4 1 2 3 2 

HudofF, 1st B 4 8 3 3 

Ery, P 4 1 

Total 37 6 5 24 10 10 

S. H. C— 

Pardue, P 5 1 1 9 

Brown, 2nd B 4 1 2 2 3 

Touart, R. F 1 3 

Firment, R. F 3 1 1 

Riffel, C. F 3 1 2 1 1 

Nicrosi, 1st B 3 2 1 6 

Kelly, 3rd B 3 3 2 

Fossier, L. F 3 1 2 

Dolson, S. S 4 1 1 

Black, C 1 1 1 10 1 

Total 30 8 6 27 15 5 


Score by Innings 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R. H. E. 

Louzonites 2 1 2 1 6 5 10 

S. H. C 4 1 3 8 6 5 

Bnwcrs, 2; S. H. <&., 1. 

After being twice defeated Ery came with a select bunch of 
players on March 6 and won a game. In the first inning 
Zieman sent a high fly to left, Fossier misjudged it, and this 
error let in two runs, and we were defeated. Riffel's splendid 
work during the remainder of the game held the visitors down 
but could not save the day. The Beavers succeeded in get- 
ting six singles to our two, Nicrosi and Riffel for the College 
being the only ones to connect safely. Zieman for the 
Beavers did superb work in the field, robbing Brown and 
Riffel of hits and getting two singles himself. A base on 
balls, two stolen bases and Riffel's long single to left brought 
in our only run. Pardue's one hand stab of Martin's line 
drive, and Kelly's catch of a foul fly back of third deserve 
special mention. 

Beavers— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. 

Betencourt, P., S. S 3 1 1 1 

Brown, 2nd B 3 1 5 1 

Parker, 1st B 4 1 1 9 1 

Zieman, 3rd B 4 2 1 

Hudoff, C 4 11 2 1 

Martin, L. F 3 1 

Neely, C. F 3 1 

Betencourt, D., R. F 3 1 

Ery, P 3 1 5 

Total 30 2 6 27 11 2 


S. H. C .— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. 

Pardue, C. F 3 1 2 

Brown, 2nd B 3 4 2 

Firment, R. F 2 1 

Touart, R. F 1 

Riffel, P 3 1 1 10 

Nicrosi, 1st B 3 1 9 

Kelly, 3rd B 3 2 1 1 

Fossier, L. F 3 2 

Dolson, S. S 3 

Nelson, C 1 3 1 

Black, C 2 4 1 

Total 27 1 2 27 16 1 

Score by innings 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R. H. E. 

Beavers 2 2 6 3 

S. H. C 1 1 2 1 

^HnMte (Smrtfoern ^eagur), 8; S. H. <L, 1. 

March 20th was chosen as the day for the big game of the 
'09 season. Mobile's team under the management of George 
Reed carried off the long end of the score, though for our 
consolation the hits numbered eight to seven in our favor. 
Hardy, Benson and Lelivelt proved the favorites of the day. 
The latter's pitching was superb. Cooper, who did the catch- 
ing, was a good type of the country star. Pardue pitched 
well for the College, and balanced the seven hits he gave by 
getting two singles himself and striking out four men. 

Mobile— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. 

Sentell, S. S S 2 

Cote, C. F 4 1 3 1 

Rhoton, 2nd B 5 1 

Thornton, L. F 5 1 2 

Hardy, 1st B 4 2 2 10 1 

Gregory, R. F. 3 3 1 


Mobile— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. 

Benson, 3rd B 5 2 1 2 3 

Cooper, C 2 9 

Braun, C 3 1 4 

Torrey, P 1 1 1 

Lelivelt, P 1 

Total 38 8 7 27 10 1 

S. H. C— 

Pardue, P 5 2 5 

Nicrosi, 1st B 5 1 13 1 

Brown, 2nd B 4 1 3 4 

Riffel, C. F 4 2 

Fossier, L, F 2 1 2 1 

Touart, R. F 4 1 

Kelly, 3rd B 4 1 1 2 5 

Dolson, S. S 3 1 1 1 5 1 

Black, C 4 1 4 1 

Total 3S 1 8 27 17 8 

Score by innings 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R. H. E. 

Mobile 3 2 2 1 8 7 1 

S. H. C 1 1 8 8 

ftterrg ^iilnwis, 4; S. H. 0L, 2. 

The evening of March 27th witnessed our defeat in spite 
of the phenomenal pitching of Sherman Pardue, our south- 
paw slabsman. Wannaker was the only man to connect 
safely; besides pitching so well, Pardue hit the first ball 
pitched in the initial round for a homer/ Errors by Riffel and 
Nicrosi combined with Black's poor pegging tells the story of 
our defeat. Dolson at short played well and got two of our 
six hits. Touart's running catch in center and Riffel's bare 
hand stab of a hot grounder were the redeeming features. 


Merry Widows— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. 

Thomas, L. F 3 1 1 

Brown, 2nd B 3 1 2 4 

Parker, 1st B 3 1 5 2 

Zieman, S. S 4 2 2 

Rush, C. F 4 4 

Hudoff, C 3 1 9 1 1 

Wanaker, 3rd B 4 1 2 

Benedict, R. F 3 1 

Ery, P. ..' 3 1 10 

Total 30 4 1 27 17 3 

S. H. C— 

Pardue, P 5 1 2 2 2 1 

Nicrosi, 1st B 4 10 2 

Brown, J., 2nd B 4 1 1 1 

Riffel, 3rd B 3 2 2 1 

Fossier, L. F 3 1 1 

Dolson, S. S 4 2 1 3 1 

Touart, C. F 4 2 

Kelly, R. F 2 

Firment, R. F 2 

Black, C 2 9 1 

Total 33 2 6 27 9 5 

Score by innings 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R. H. E. 

Merry Widows 004000004 13 

S. H. C 1 1 2 6 5 

Fxrrt morgan, 2: S. H. <&., 4. 

This was a busy day for the College team, as our boys 
signalized April 17 by playing three games and winning them 
all. In the morning the U. S. boys were easily defeated. 
O'Kum, the third sacker for the Fort, put up a good game 
in the field, and moreover sent a three bagger to right center. 
Stinson twirled well but received poor support. On the Col- 


lege side Kelly at first played well ; Riffel's double and single 

out of three times up made the feature of the game. Fossier 

was up four times and made a double and a single. Pardue 
allowed only four scattered hits. 

Fort Morgan— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. 

Reiss, 1st B 4 1 5 1 

Breese, C 3 1 7 1 

O'Kum, 3rd B. 4 12 11 

Abel, 2nd B 3 2 1 

Robertson, S. S 4 2 1 

Terrell, R. F 2 1 

Slager, L. F 2 1 2 

Osterman, C. F 2 1 1 1 

Stinson, P 3 2 

Total 27 2 4 21 4 5 

S. H. C— 

Brown, 2nd B 4 1 2 2 1 

Fossier, L. F 4 2 2 1 

Pardue, P 4 2 1 13 

Riffel, 3rd B 3 2 3 2 

Kelly, 1st B 3 5 1 1 

Dolson, S. S 3 2 1 

Firment, C. F 4 1 

Black, C 2 11 1 

Nelson, R. F 3 

Total 30 4 7 24 20 2 

Score by innings 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 R. H. E. 

Fort Morgan 1 1 2 4 5 

S. H. C 2 1 1 4 7 2 

¥ast Timers, 0: S. H. <£., 5. 

The Past Timers supplied very little pastime to the Col- 
lege team. Riffel in the box spoiled the fun for the visitors, 
who managed to solve his delivery for only two singles in the 


whole game. Ten men beat holes in the air and retired to 
rest. Riffel's drive sent the sphere beyond the fence ; Fossier 
was twice up and got one hit. John Brown kept people inter- 
ested in second base and filled his position faultlessly. 

Past Timers— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. 

Pocose, 3rd B 3 1 

Brown, 2nd B 2 1 2 

Turner, C. F 2 2 1 

Hudoff, C 3 8 1 

Holcomb, 1st B 3 3 1 

Peing, R. F 1 1 2 

Ford, L. F 3 1 1 

Dehler, S. S 3 2 2 2 

Murphy, P 3 1 

Total 23 2 18 8 4 

S. H. C— 

Brown, 2nd B 3 1 1 1 

Fossier, L. F 2 1 

Pardue, C. F 3 1 1 

Riffel, P 2 1 1 13 

Kelly, 1st B 2 1 6 

Dolson, S. S 2 1 2 

Firment, R. F 3 1 1 

Touart, 3rd B 2 1 2 1 

Black, C 1 10 1 

Total 20 5 4 21 16 2 

Score by innings 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 R. H. E. 

Past Timers 0000 0024 

S. H. C 1 3 1 * 5 4 2 

Hill ^itltzs, 0: S. H. QL, 4. 

Riffel was in the box for the second time this day and 
seemed in better form than in the first game, giving the Hill 


boys no chance to cross the counting station. Counting his 
work on this day together with a previous game Riffel had 
pitched successively twenty-six innings and no runner had 
scored and he had struck out twenty-seven batters. Black 
caught in the three games of the day, and had two singles to 
his credit. When the dust cleared away at the end of this 
game the country boys and quaint rooters found themselves 
off terra firma and the College had scored four runs. 

Hill Billies— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. 

Crabtree, R. F 3 1 

Carey, 3rd B 3 1 1 .1 

Hayes, 2nd B 3 5 2 

Austill, L. F 3 4 1 1 

Larings, 1st B 2 1 4 

Zimmer, S. S 3 1 1 1 2 

Gaines, C. F 2 

Michael, C 3 5 2 1 

Williams, P 2 2 1 

Total 24 3 21 8 6 

S. H. C— 

Brown, 2nd B 3 1 1 3 

Fossier, L. F 4 1 2 1 

Pardue, C. F 3 1 

Riffel, P 2 13 

Kelly, 1st B 3 1 5 

Dolson, S. S 2 1 2 1 

Firment, R. F 3 1 

Touart, 3rd B 3 2 

Black, C 2 2 10 2 

Total 25 4 5 24 17 

Score by innings 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 R. H. E. 

Hill Billies 3 6 

S. H. C 4 * 4 5 



Waiting anil Fielding ^wErages 

AB. R. H. PO. 

Riffel 28 5 11 12 

Fossier 31 7 10 10 

Pardue 38 9 10 11 

Brown 35 9 9 12 

Nicrosi 24 5 6 59 

Black 18 2 4 63 

Firment ....28 2 3 2 

Dolson 28 4 3 12 

Kelly 29 4 1 20 

Touart 11 1 10 

Nelson 11 1 10 

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3*h* gcagnts 

Closer or more interesting contests have never been seen 
on the College diamond than those of the present season be- 
tween the two teams that have battled under their respective 
captains, Nelson and Nicrosi. The rivalry has been intense 
and the alternations of victory and defeat have kept every one 
guessing about the outcome of each game as well as of the 
entire series. The sixteen games have been evenly divided 
and we regret that we cannot record the results of the five 
that are still to be played, for they promise to be warm con- 
tests and worthy of note. Each captain is confident and so 
are the pitchers, Riffel and Pardue. Some predict that the 
prize for the best batter will go to John Brown, as thus far 
he is in the lead. 

Matters are not quite so smooth and even in the Second 
League. Captain Craven's men are three games behind, and 
if Laborde and his aggressive team win two more victories, 
their right to the spoils will be established. 


H. Costello and P. Patout were chosen captains of the 
Third League and they have carried through a splendid series 
of games. The tie now existing in their record must be 
broken by one or other winning three of the five remaining 

The three Leagues of the Junior Division are still battling 
for the pins — not however unmindful of the "Monthly Hams." 
The outcome is still doubtful in the second and third Leagues ; 
but in the first League "The Last Shot got 'em ;" seem fated 
not to get " 'em,'' and the Merry Widows say they will walk 
off with the pins. Ask Mayer, he scores. 

With the season well advanced, Wohner's side is leading 
by a margin of four games, and if Captain Toups and his men 
do not go after the "Merry Widows" like the Cubs after the 
Giants, those same Merry Widows will sport the pins. So 
far 29 games have been played, the Merry Widows winning 
15 and losing 11, while three tie games were played. One 
shut-out was scored by each team ; "The Last Shot Got 'em," 
taking one 4-0, and the Merry Widows returned the compli- 
ment, only they piled up 11 scores to their opponents' none. 
The line-up of the "Last Shot got 'em." — Mclntyre, P. 
Toups, C. ; McNamara, 1st; G. Horkan, 2nd; Kelly, 3rd 
Cummings, SS. ; Adoue, L. F. ; Needham, C. F. ; Dowe, R. F 
The "Merry Widows"— D. Braud, P.; Orsi, C. ; Holland, 1st 
Garbarino, 2nd ; Tarlton, 3rd ; C. Wohner, SS. ; Finch, L. F. 
M. Wohner, C. ; F. Newcomb, R. F. ; G. L. Mayer, Scorer. 
On April the 12th the Small Yard Nine met and defeated 
McGill Institute by a score of 5 to 3. Braud pitched a fine 
game for the Small Boys, allowing only 2 hits, and striking 
out 8 men. Line-up: McGill — Vautrot, P.; Rehm, C. ; Hyde, 
1st; Moslander, 2nd; Fink, 3rd; Flynn, SS. ; Druham, L. F. 
O'Connor, C. F. ; Goodman, R. F. Small Yard— Braud, P. 
Orsi, C. ; Bonvillain, 1st; Cummings, 2nd; C. Wohner, 3rd 
J. Dolson, SS. ; Kelly, Grace, L. F. ; Toups, C. ; F. J. Horkan, 
R. F. ; Scorer, G. Mayer. 


Second League. 

McHardy's side is leading by 3 games, and bids fair to 
keep up its winning streak, not having lost a game out of the 
last five played. Still Chappuis says that "you can't tell till 
the tenth of June." McHardy scored two shut-outs — one 9-0 
and the other 14-0. But Chappuis, not a bit disheartened, 
turned the tables, and shut out his opponents 11-0. Can the 
2nd League hit? Ask Tom Hale, their genial scorer; he never 
lets a hit pass. The standing at present is : Blue Jays won 
13, lost 10, tied 1 Yellow Jackets, won 10, lost 13, tied 1. The 
line up: Blue Jays — McHardy, P.; Barker, C. ; Webre, 1st; 
Colomb, 2nd; Lawless, 3rd; Morrow, SS.; Jno. Van Heuvel, 
L. F. ; Roca, C. F. ; C. Touart, R. F.. Yellow Jackets— Ham- 
ilton, P.; Chappuis, C. ; Peters, 1st; Baxter, 2nd; Rosado, 3rd; 
Roycroft, SS. ; Potter, L. F. ; Abadie, C. F.; Butt, R. F. 

Third League. 

Up to date both sides were tied for the pins, each 
team having won 8 and lost 8, two games being tied. But 
to-day Newsham's men pulled the game out of the fire in 
the 6th, winning by a final score of 7-3. The little fellows 
met two teams from Mobile, but what they did to them is a 
shame — they do not want the score printed — mighty generous, 
eh Newsham? Scorer Murray has had his troubles, but 
seems to have the idea that prudence is the better part of 
valor — down pat ; ask Gomez if you don't believe it. The 
lineup: Blues — R. Ducote-Hernandez, P. ; Roche, C. ; Hernan- 
dez, 1st; Rives, 2nd; Abbot, 3rd; E. Newsham, SS. ; Miranda, 
L. F. ; Narreau, C. F. ; J. Newsham, R. F. Reds — Konstanzer, 
P.; Hebert, C. ; Lange, 1st; Martel, 2nd; Schuessler, 3rd; 
Gomez, SS. ; Arriganaga, L. F. ; Andrepont, C. ; Regil, R. F. 

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The Fire : Poem— A. CM 4 

The Story of the Fire — A. Touart, '09 6 

A Fairy's Song— J. E. O'Flinn, '10 18 

Socialism — C. H. Adams, '09 19 

Humming Bird and Butterfly : Fable — Eyon 24 

The Strength of the Dead— T. V. Craven, '09 25 

Four Ages of the Chauffeur : Poem— D. E. J 29 

Study of the Classics — J. R. Garber, '09 30 

The Gloomy Days: Poem — W. K. Nicrosi, '10 33 

The Old Mill— E. J. Lebeau, '10 34 

The Pirates' Treasure — P. J. Turregano, '10 38 

A Study of Horace— S. F. Braud, '10 42 

Acrostic Dithyramb — J. L. Lavretta, '10 45 

Enoch Arden, an Appreciation — J. P. N., '09 46 

The Camera, Interpreter of Nature — R. D. Reid, '09. . . . 53 

The Inevitable Hour: Poem — D. A. Neely, '10 55 

The Batsman : Poem — J. D'H. Fossier, '09 56 

Another Legend of Sleepy Hollow — J. Murray, 2nd Eng 57 

Guavanoe — M. Diaz, '12 62 

Legend cf Aristaeus — F. Meyer, '12 65 

My Lawyer : Poem — J. CD 68 

Editorial 69 

Alumni Notes 72 

College Notes 75 

Societies 78 

Athletics 82 

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JUNE, 1909 

NO. 2 

CO) CO; 

'Uo the 'Parents of our boys, who 
bravely shared our risks and labored for our 
preservation; to the kind Friends of the 
College, whose unselfish efforts supported our 
courage and diminished our losses; to our 
Students, who displayed such admirable loy- 
alty, self-sacrifice and endurance amid our 
fiery trials and distress; to all who took P ar t 
in the toil and difficulties of January, 1 909; 
the President and Faculty desire to express 
heart-felt gratitude. 



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How light o'er the gallery, tripping each boy, 
We went to the Chapel icith frolicking joy! 
As lightsome our thought of the day and its care 
As the ring of the bell of the Angelus there. 
"■Have mercy!" ice said, and as light as the dove 
The prayer-wing was wending its journey above. 

But lightsomer still was the flame underneath, 
All hid like the knife in the murderer's sheath. 
With silence of anarchist lurking and darkling 
She flashed with her bloody eye glistening, sparkling, 
Axvaiting to wield, with her bloodiest flail, 
Her horror and terror, and, tracking our trail, 
She yearns but to work out her woe and her ivail. 

The last boy was in, and behold, at his heel, 
How stexlthily near did the murderess steal! 
Then out from her hiding place, tearing and racking, 
Impetuous, hurrying, hissing and cracking, 
She rushes and lashes, runs leaping and laughing, 
Like fiend, man's ruin in revelry quaffing. 

How sudden the hush — as the word passes "Fire!" — 

How sudden the rush — as flame breaks still higher — 

But one tender tone and a single hand, 

That knew in the perilous hour to command, 

Led all of us forth, like a soldierly band, 

Led us forth, one by one, now faster and faster, 

Till the last of us all heard the voice of the master 

"Are you there, every one?" ''Aye, Aye! n — '•'Then, Thank God!" 

And the Chapel fell levelled as loic as the sod. 


And the flame in the place where so lightly we stepped, 
And the blaze in the place ice had prayed and had wept, 
And the fire where sleeping so loiv it had slept, 
Now creeping had crept, and sweeping has swept, 
The ashes and dust where the Chalice was kept, 
Nay, daring by dire deed, daring to desecrate, 
Altars the Lamb-lovers gather' d to consecrate. 

And waking she wakes. 
And breaking still breaks, 

Like ravenous tv»lf rolling on in her path, 
Or lion loud roaring and rushing in wrath, 

On angry wind borne, 
Still tearing the torn, 
And hurling the shorn, 
Like giant she stood, 
With red eye of blood 
And hand red with gore, 
Drinking fierce fiery flood 
Yet thirsting for more, 

And when for a moment exhausted, seemed sinking, 
Reviving, imbibing, and drunken, still drinking, 
Until at last, fainting, exhausted with quaffing, 
She falls, ichenthe smoke and smut smother her laughing. 

And we gaze meditating the dire desolation 
Of all that consoled us icith pure consolation. 

Yet gaze not sofyadly; though levelled the wall, 
The faith and theinicard hope never shall fall. 
The tvalls that men make us may break as they to ill, 
But the light of the Chapel abides with us still. 
We'll up with another wall, better and higher, 
We'll up with a nobler and loftier spire, 
We'll up with a chapel that'll fill the desire 
For the light that leads on through the flood and the fire. 

A. C. M. 


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The morning of January the eighteenth, a brisk and glo- 
rious morning, was just beginning to envelop Spring Hill in 
its beauties, when the untimely sounds of the veteran bell 
were hurried through the silent morning air, startling the resi- 
dents of the College. Many hurried to the galleries to in- 
quire into the cause of such a sudden outbreak on the part of 
the old bell, and from the gesticulations of the bell ringer 
were able to grasp the situation — the College Chapel was afire. 

The fire was discovered under the stairs leading to the 
Chapel, shortly after six-thirty o'clock in the morning, while 
the whole student body, with the exception of the Third Divi- 
sion composed of the smaller boys, were at Mass. When it 
became known that the building, in which they were, was on 
fire, the boys made a rush for the door but thanks to the 
members of the graduating class, order was restored, and 
every one was directed to pass out by a side entrance. 

The first thought was to let down the water hose, but 
unfavorable circumstances caused by excitement rendered the 
efforts from this source futile. Other attempts were made to 
quench the flames, but a frame building twenty-five years old 
was too well adapted to spread a fire, especially when it is 
assisted by a draft. When the door leading to the closet was 
opened in order to attack the fire with buckets of water and 
some Babcock extinguishers, the flames immediately spread 
in every direction, thus rendering vain every attempt to con- 
trol the fire. Such opposition against the flames was as puny 
as the struggles of a sparrow in the talons of a hawk. 

Aided by a northeast wind and an open window the fire, 
a short time before so small, began to devour the front of the 
church, and so great was the fury and heat of the flames that 
in a few minutes the entire Chapel was a mass of crackling 
flames filling the air with volumes of dark smoke. 

No wonder then that the main building caught fire when 



the intense heat with the aid of the breeze carried the flames 
across the thirty feet of intervening space to the attic and 
third floor of the College. Such an unfortunate turn of events 
caused a feeling akin to despair to come over the helpless 
spectators, who could only gaze upon the progressing flames 
without being able to retard their advance. Fearing the 
worst, all efforts were immediately directed to saving as much 
as possible of the contents of the east wing of the College, 
and before the fire had far advanced practically everything of 
value except the library had been removed. 

Once the main building had caught fire no more attempts 
could be made to check its further progress, so after a short 
time, like the church, it too became a mass of fire, but of far 
greater intensity. Instead of being a volume of flames, it was 
more like a glowing furnace. 

The roof was the first portion of the wing to fall in, com- 
ing down with a crash and sending up a mixture of black 
smoke and sparks. Then followed the third and second floors 
falling in with the same accompaniment. 

The main difficulty that presented itself was the lack of 
water pressure, due to the fact that the city reservoir on the 
Hill stands on almost the same level with the College. The 
only hope lay in getting an engine from the city, and the tele- 
phone call was accordingly sent in. It was not easy, how- 
ever, to find an official who could authorize the Fire Depart- 
ment to give help outside the city limits, and in fact the fire 
had burned itself out before even a hose wagon arrived. 

With no opposition whatsoever the fire continued to rage, 
destroying everything in its path until 10 A. M., when it was 
under control, and the losses, though not the labor of the day, 
were brought to an end. 

One hundred feet of the main building and the two-story 
frame structure one hundred and twenty feet in length were 
reduced to ashes. Besides the church and exhibition hall the 
loss of accommodations included the dormitories of seventy- 
five boys, a study hall for ninety, six class rooms, the library 
and gymnasium of the Junior Division. Apart from the de- 
struction of the buildings the most serious losses sustained 


were in the church and library. The Blessed Sacrament was 
taken from the tabernacle by Rev. Fr. President, who was say- 
ing Mass when the fire was discovered, but the rest was a 
total loss. Five altars with all the vestments and sacred ves- 
sels and the church ornaments and furniture were consumed 
by the flames. When the College library was burned many 
old and rare books that cannot be replaced were burned 
with it. 

Whilst the fire was at its fiercest stage and when every 
hope of saving the building seemed shattered, there happened 
a little incident, that to the President of the College was more 
consoling that any other fortunate event of that day with ex- 
ception, perhaps, of the fact that no one was hurt. He was 
gazing at the fire when someone touched him lightly on the 
shoulder, and turning he beheld Father Montillot beside him 
weeping like a child. Father Montillot was the first to break 
the silence. "Father," he said, "I know what it is, I have felt 
as you now feel, I know how bitter it is. Forty years ago I, 
too, as President of Spring Hill College, gazed helplessly at 
the flames devouring its dear walls. But, Father, you should 
not grieve so much ; there is hope for the College to-day when 
before there was none, for you have the fire wall as a protec- 
tion, whereas I had nothing. Cheer up, Father, and pray that 
the old wall, that is now being scorched by the flames, may 
save the rest of the building." And true it was; the fire was 
repulsed, for the old wall stood the test, although several 
times the outlook was very discouraging. 

One spectacle that attracted the attention of every one 
was presented by several of the faculty and students, who 
with never a thought of danger, ran along the cold and slip- 
pery roof of the College with buckets of water, advancing 
even to the edge of the fire and there, regardless of the terrible 
heat, drenched the fire wall with water. 


The Bucket Brigade proved an invaluable assistant in 
saving the College. Buckets and tubs were relayed with 
incredible speed up a line of men and college boys strung 
from the front door of the College to each floor and on to the 
roof, where they were used in cooling the wall. 

We must bear in mind that along the south side of the 
College were stretched two wooden galleries resting on iron 
pillars, over which the fire could pass from one wing of the 
College to the other without any interference. In order to 
prevent such a misfortune, several of the fire fighters armed 
with axes, began to cut away the wooden floor, and as Aeneas 
and his band of heroes, when preparing the funeral pyre for 
Misenus, caused the mighty pines to bend beneath their 
strokes, so did these heroes of Spring Hill make the well- 
placed planks and iron supports bend and break beneath the 
strokes fo their axes. 

The most tedious task that was presented to the members 
of the Spring Hill Fire Department was the rescuing and 
removing of every article of value from the College. The 
work of transporting the costly volumes from the library to 
a place of safety was the most tiresome toil of all. At the 
beginning of the fire the books were thrown to the ground 
from the windows. This was merely "jumping from the fry- 
ing pan into the fire," for all the books that were so thrown 
had to be left where they fell, to be crushed by falling walls. 
The only books saved were carried by a band of thirty boys 
or more to the grounds in front of the College. 

There were some amusing incidents that took place in 
the removal of the property from the College. Sometimes a 
boy would emerge with only a small book, another would be 
seen exerting himself in trying to lift a packed trunk which 
would require the strength of three boys his size. Some 
would bring a heavy article from the third floor to the second 
and there it would suddenly strike them that it was entirely 
too heavy, so it was left for some more energetic worker to 

But where was Black Parson during the excitement? 
Everyone knows Parson, so there is no need of an introduc- 


tion. He was everywhere at once, removing the largest and 
heaviest articles he could find. At one time he happened to 
be coming up the steps when the President's desk was being 
carried down. Three or four men were on either end, but 
that did not matter to Parson. He made all of them support 
the back while he rested the edge of the desk on his back, and 
carried it down the stairs and out to the grounds. It seems 
incredible, but if you ever happen to meet Parson ask him 
about it ; he will also most likely tell you about the foot he 
wounded in the fire. 

There was a little excitement, if it can be called so, after 
the great excitement of the fire, caused by the belated visit 
of a hose wagon belonging to the Mobile Fire Department. 
With horses blowing and steaming after their hard pull up 
the Hill, the firemen drove up the new cinder walk and there, 
the object of many curious eyes, unwound and attached the 
hose to the plug and soon a small stream of water was pour- 
ing into the now abated fire on the ground level. 

After a brief respite for dinner, the severest labor of the 
day began. Tired out and wearied from the ceaseless work 
of the morning, everyone again applied themselves to restore 
all that had been taken out of the central portion and west 
wing of the College, and to find shelter for everything that 
had been saved from the burned section. From the living 
rooms of the faculty to the offices, from science room to music 
department, every spot had been stripped bare, not a vestige 
of anything remained. Clothing, books and furniture were 
spread in confusion over lawn and garden to the north and 
south of the house, while here and there, adding oddity to 
the scene of disorder, a piano or cumbersome scientific in- 
strument stood forth in prominence; but such was the spirit 
and energy displayed by the boys, who all gave help with 
willing hands, that not long after the sun had sunk to rest, 
everything had been placed under cover, and the new quar- 
ters, hastily prepared, had been assigned the Juniors. 

A slight rumor that the College was on fire, sent parents 
and friends of the Mobile boys hurrying to the scene early in 
the day, and such was their haste, they were enabled to take 


a part in the active work of the morning. But when they 
were about to depart a wave of disappointment swept over 
their expectant sons, who with never a thought to the con- 
trary, expected to accompany them, to rest from their arduous 
labors amid the comforts of home. The senior members of 
the family, no doubt spurred on by the same obliging young 
men, held a brief interview with the President, and then bade 
a smiling good-bye to the poor boys and departed. Young 
Mobile, surprised and astonished, got left — to take the rough 
and the smooth of the situation with the rest. 

During that afternoon of the 18th of January a great and 
unexpected talent was discovered for driving and loading 
wagons. Napoleon on his gray charger did not present a more 
imperial air than did the pompous senior who held the reins 
behind old Jack, the utility mule. 

Everybody and everything was moving, the very atmos- 
phere seemed charged with motion, for there was no lagging 
that day. During the rush and excitement of the morning 
every article imaginable, great and small, seemed to be car- 
ried out to safety with equal rapidity, and now the return trip, 
though hampered by three flights of stairs, was made with as 
much speed, though with less ease, by the members. Every- 
body hustled, and the work was done with a spirit so cheerful 
that it will long be remembered in the annals of Spring Hill. 

The grounds both north and south of the College were 
thoroughly cleared of every object. The remains of the 
library were stored away in halls and corridors, all objects 
pertaining to music or science were restored to their respect- 
ive departments, and every article without a claimant was laid 
by until the owner could be discovered. 

While this was going on a gang of workers were em- 
ployed to tear down the tottering walls of the departed east 
wing, and so quickly and thoroughly was this done, that a 
visitor to the grounds in the late afternoon remarked that 
were it not for the smoke that still issued from the ruins one 
would be inclined to believe that several days had passed 
since the fire. 


It is not easy to estimate the distress and trouble caused 
by the exaggerated and misleading reports sent out to the 
newspapers all over the country early on the morning of the 
fire. Bulletin boards in various cities announced the total de- 
struction' of the College. The scare was easily suppressed in 
the local papers by a telephone message, but it spread un- 
checked in distant places. Not only was the loss frighftully 
exaggerated, but the imagination of the correspondents sup- 
plied fanciful details of the disaster. The effect of these dis- 
patches was soon visible. All day long and late into the even- 
ing bundles of telegrams continued to arrive bringing anxious 
inquiries about the boys, or expressions of sympathy which 
showed that the senders considered that the faculty and stu- 
dents were left entirely homeless and destitute. 

The President of Georgetown College, V. Rev. J. Himmel, 
S. J., sent the following message: "We send sympathy and, 
if near enough, offer refuge." Similar expressions of good- 
will came from colleges far and near, from St. Mary's, Ky. ; 
St. Bernard's, Cullman, Ala. ; Galveston, Texas ; St. Mary's, 
Kansas ; Tampa, Fla. ; Louisville, Ky. ; Macon, Ga. ; and sev- 
eral other localities. Old students and a host of friends among 
the clergy of the South made anxious inquiries about the ex- 
tent of our losses. Following the telegrams came a stream of 
letters expressing satisfaction that the destruction, bad as it 
was, did not cause the suspension of classes. 

This latter point — an unbroken school year, had been de- 
cided from the first by the authorities of the College. When 
the limit of destruction had been reached, it was found that 
there was still room enough for all, and that the presence of 
the boys would not interfere with the work of reconstruction. 
This resolve to continue had the unqualified approval of those 
most interested, namely, the parents of the boys. To a cer- 
tain portion of the student body it did not appear in the 
same light. 


As might be anticipated, some of our boys were not un- 
willing to take advantage of the day's confusion to negotiate 
for holding the commencement exercises at once around the 
smouldering ruins of the east wing. To dispense with exam- 
inations, distribute the parchments and begin the summer 
holidays in the middle of January — this certainly was an at- 
tractive program. The Mobile boys, it is true, had no delu- 
sions on the subject. Their parents were on the ground and 
had decided with unanimity that their boys did not need to 
go home even for one night. This was disconcerting for the 
strangers within our walls. Still who could tell what effect 
a message from home might have to influence the decision of 
the President and Faculty, and the wires and the mail readily 
carry tales of disaster and privations from distressed sons to 
kind-hearted parents. The wires and mail carry facts as 
readily as fiction, and in consequent the replies did not come 
up to the expectations of those who were advocating a short 
session. Further inquiries directed to the President were the 
only result of some of the doleful representations. Some of 
the answers gave a shock to those who received them. "Do 
not leave," was the brief reply to a Georgian. From Texas 
came a longer and stronger message to a son of the Lone 
Star State: "Remain, and under no circumstances will I 
listen to anything else. You boys must be men and stand 
little hardships." As the young gentleman who received this 
had no hardship to endure, and as his position and comfort 
were not in the least affected by the fire, the humor of the 
situation soon reconciled him to his disappointment. Many 
were consoled by the sage advice to buy new clothes if they 
needed them. When classes were resumed three days later 
the idea of a short session and a long vacation was abandoned 
even by the most hopeful. One source of student worry had, 
however, been removed by the fire. Books and papers had 
been lost, mislaid or destroyed and it was thought advisable 
to omit the mid-year examinations which were then at hand, 
and the program of the second half of the year was com- 
menced at once. 

Amid all the anxieties of the situation there were many 


sources of comfort and encouragement for the President and 
Faculty in the practical sympathy and financial aid that came 
from friends of the College. Altars for saying Mass were an 
immediate necessity, and the need was quickly supplied by 
the priests and convents of Mobile, while further and most 
welcome aid was given by the good Sister of numerous con- 
vents throughout the South. A sufficient number of chalices 
were immediately presented and vestments and altar linen 
were furnished in abundance. Some pious ladies of our own 
neighborhood set their hands busily to work and a cope of 
rich material and beautiful design, as well as other accesso- 
ries for the service of the altar, soon supplied the place of 
those that perished in the blaze. 

To meet the expense of rebuilding the burned wing and 
of erecting a new and more substantial chapel, a number of 
friends came forward promptly and offered assistance. The 
spirit in which this was done can be shown best by a few 
of the letters received. 

Donore House, Spring Hill, Ala. 

Rev. Fr. Twellmeyer, Pres. Spring Hill College. 
Dear Father: — 

Please accept check for one thousand dollars to assist in 
erection or equipment of your buildings recently burned. As 
soon as you have raised ten thousand dollars you can let me 
know and I will forward you a check for one thousand more ; 
and, as I stated to you on the morning of the fire, for each 
ten thousand that is raised, I will let you have a check for 
an additional thousand until fifty thousand is raised. 

With best wishes for you, the faculty and boys, I am, 
Yours respectfully, 


A graduate of last year, Mr. J. Supple, has the following 
in a letter to the President of the College: "Enclosed find 
check for fifty dollars, endorsed in your favor. This is from 
my own first earnings and I am mighty glad to give it to dear 
old Spring Hill." 


A letter from Barcelona, Spain, manifests the generosity 
of an old and warm friend of Spring Hill College, Mr. E. 

Barcelona, 19th February, 1909. 

Rev. Father F. X. Twellmeyer, Pres. of Spring Hill College. 

My Dear Father Twellmeyer: 

Your letter of the 3rd ultimo, notifying us of the de- 
struction by fire of the chapel and part of the building of your 
College, conveyed great affliction to our hearts. Thank God 
for not having to deplore any victims. 

Your College has a very good place in our remembrances, 
and your kindness to our boys has been always engraved in 
our hearts. 

I have given instructions to the President of my house, 
Mr. Vila, to remit to you one thousand dollars in my name 
as subscription for the rebuilding of the destroyed property, 
hoping you will be able to collect the necessary money to put 
up a better building than before. 

Mrs. Sevilla, Adriano and myself send to you and the 
other fathers of the College our greatest sympathy and with 
special regrets to you, I remain, 

Yours faithfully, 


The following list comprises most of the names of those 
who have contributed towards the building fund. Some gen- 
erous friends have requested that their names be omitted, and 
their wishes have been respected : 

Rt. Rev. Bishop Allen, Mr. T. Byrne, Mr. M. Van Heuvel, 
Mr. E. Sevilla, Major P. Hannan, Mr. J. M. Walsh, Mr. S. 
Lowenstein, Mr. W. Vizard, J. McPhillips and Sons, Dreaper 
and Burns, Mr. T. M. O'Connor, Mr. W. Hernandez, Mr. 
Hahn, Mr. E. L. Lavretta, Mr. T. C. Lawless, Mr. Ch. 
Schimpf, Mr. J. Duggan, V. Rev. Fr. O'Callaghan, Mr. C. A. 
Hebert, Mr. E. Fitzgerald, Mr. Carbajal, Mrs. Fossier, Rev. 
Fr. Aznar, Yeend and Potter, Mr. P. C. Mclntyre, Mr. J. D. 
Hanlon, Rev. Fr. Savage, Mr. J. F. Miller. Jr., Mr. J. S. 
Drago, Mr. J. S. Simon, Mr. Prohaska, Mr. C. A. Cunning- 


ham, Mr. Doody, Mr. Alex Neely, Mr. Siguere, Mr. H. Lange, 
Mr. J. Cowley, Mr. J. M. Supple, Mr. Portocarrero, Dr. Sulli- 
van, Capt. Quill, Mr. J. A. Craven, Mrs. Sherburne, Mr. Geo. 
Sullivan, Mr. F. Delaune, Miss Del Bondio, Mrs. F. Mcln- 
tyre, Alumni Sodality, Mr. A. J. Danos, Sister Cecily, Mr. 
Alex. Bloch, Mr. Rene Sere, Mr. W. Cowley, Mrs. Conner, 
Korten Brothers, Mr. Gallagher, Mrs. Peters, Mrs. M. M. 
Brooks, Mrs. McHatton, Mrs. Boudousquie, Mr. Wohner, 
Mr. Gomez, Mr. G. F. McDonnell, Mr. G. Wiltz, Mr. T. J. 
Wiltz, Mr. Jas. McGrath, Mr. -R. Herbert Smith. 
The donations give a total of $12,500.00. 


The work of rebuilding commenced on March 22, and the 
contract calls for the completion of the main building by 
July 24, a heavy penalty being exacted for every day over 
the stipulated time. This will afford plenty of time for the 
furnishing and arranging of the various departments before 
the re-opening of classes. A great improvement in space and 
accommodations will result from the plans that have been 
adopted. The new wing will have a length of one hundred 
and fifty feet, that is, fifty more than the structure that was 
destroyed. The old parapet, that extended along the south 
side towards the chapel, has been removed, and by adding a 
little excavation to the natural slope of the ground eastward, 
it has been found practicable to add a basement to the wing, 
and this will give ample space for a gymnasium, reading 
room and billiard room. The improved arrangement of dor- 
mitories, lavatories and baths will afford better and more 
roomy accommodations than heretofore and will set a stand- 
ard to which the rest of the building will soon be made to 
conform. The wooden galleries will give place to re-enforced 
concrete, and in every respect the new wing will be by far 
the most substantial portion of the College. Another excel- 

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ham, Mr. Doody, Mr. Alex Neely, Mr. Siguere, Mr. H. Lange, 
Mr. J. Cowley, Mr. J. M. Supple, Mr. Portocarrero, Dr. Sulli- 
van, Capt. Quill, Mr. J. A. Craven, Mrs. Sherburne, Mr. Geo. 
Sullivan, Mr. F. Delaune, Miss Del Bondio, Mrs. F. Mcln- 
tyre, Alumni Sodality, Mr. A. J. Danos, Sister Cecily, Mr. 
Alex. Bloch, Mr. Rene Sere, Mr. W. Cowley, Mrs. Conner, 
Korten Brothers, Mr. Gallagher, Mrs. Peters, Mrs. M. M. 
Brooks, Mrs. McHatton, Mrs. Boudousquie, Mr. Wohner, 
Mr. Gomez, Mr. G. F. McDonnell, Mr. G. Wiltz, Mr. T. J. 
Wiltz, Mr. Jas. McGrath, Mr. -R. Herbert Smith. 
The donations give a total of $12,500.00. 


The work of rebuilding commenced on March 22, and the 
contract calls for the completion of the main building by 
July 24, a heavy penalty being exacted for every day over 
the stipulated time. This will afford plenty of time for the 
furnishing and arranging of the various departments before 
the re-opening of classes. A great improvement in space and 
accommodations will result from the plans that have been 
adopted. The new wing will have a length of one hundred 
and fifty feet, that is, fifty more than the structure that was 
destroyed. The old parapet, that extended along the south 
side towards the chapel, has been removed, and by adding a 
little excavation to the natural slope of the ground eastward, 
it has been found practicable to add a basement to the wing, 
and this will give ample space for a gymnasium, reading 
room and billiard room. The improved arrangement of dor- 
mitories, lavatories and baths will afford better and more 
roomy accommodations than heretofore and will set a stand- 
ard to which the rest of the building will soon be made to 
conform. The wooden galleries will give place to re-enforced 
concrete, and in every respect the new wing will be by far 
the most substantial portion of the College. Another excel- 


the most suostantiai portion ot trie uollege. Another excel- 


lent result of the new plans will be the enlarging and level- 
ling of the Junior yard, an improvement long desired and now 

''The site selected for the new Chapel is directly north of 
the central portion of the main building. Its lofty front 
adorned with graceful towers will be the first object to catch 
the eye of the visitor as he crosses the viaduct over the ravine. 
A broad arcade is to connect the transept on either side with 
the wings of the College, thus giving convenient and well 
sheltered entrances to the students of both divisions. We 
need only add that the new chapel will be ready for the open- 
ing of the next session in September. It is to be a substantial 
structure in brick and of an imposing Gothic design. The 
exterior length is one hundred and forty feet ; and both in 
external appearance and interior arrangement the college 
chapel will be by far the most elegant and ornate of our 

The building operations are supervised on behalf of the 
College by Mr. G Twellmeyer, who has generously offered 
his services for this purpose. Mr. Twellmeyer is an old stu- 
dent of Spring Hill and his experience and scientific training 
are of the utmost value to his Alma Mater at the present time, 
and his devotion to her interests will entitle him to her lasting 

A. TOUART, '09. 


% ffairg's j§>*mg 


Upon a golden butterfly 

A fairy sat and sang, 
Heart-filling joy sat in her eye 

As flashing up she sprang. 

Then listen to the song she sang — 

This sprite of Fairy-land. 
As far and near it blithely rang 

From sky to ocean strand. 

"My heart's forever filled with mirtn, 

My soul is joy itself, 
And everybody calls me now 

The tiny little elf. 

On gaudy wings of butterflies 

I sit the livelong day, 
And then I speed, when dark night comes, 

To Elf-land far away. 

Each morn I early rise to see 

The oriflamme of day 
Fling out his golden streamers 

To gild his crimson way. 

I watch the creeping shadows 

Steal 'cross the evening sky, 
The gorgeous sunbeams sinking 

In the bannered west to die. 

And then atop a dancing twig 

A feathered songster nigh, 
Sends forth in sweetest numbers 

A gentle lullaby. 

Enraptured by his melody 

To Slumberland I fall, 
Where gentle Sleep is cradled 

Within its silent hall." 

JNO. E. O'FLINN, '10. 



What is socialism? It is practically indefinable, the rea- 
son being that its advocates and leaders cannot agree even 
in fundamental principles, leaving to the poor, uneducated 
man a hazy idea of the object of this newly aroused revolu- 
tionary movement. We must appeal to its leaders if we are 
to have in any way a definite knowledge of its object and the 
manner in which this object is to be attained. Its teachers 
are often bold in their assertions, and although they deal with 
practically nothing else, are often at variance with one an- 
other. Their adherents, who, not having the advantage of a 
higher education, are easily seized with fanatic fervor, cher- 
ish the promise of the abolition of private wealth and the 
establishment of social equality, never pausing to view the 
evils that follow in the track of principles that are funda- 
mentally false. Lacking the opportunity to study, the poor 
man has little use for Ethics and Political Economy and sees 
only that want and suffering are the chief rewards in many 
cases even of the industrious. Being told by his more favored 
brothers, the Socialists, that if he destroys riches, poverty 
will disappear, he at once becomes a fanatic ; he cannot see 
the full import of the Socialistic program. The "under"- 
promoters of the movement often curtail their demands and 
fit their arguments to agree with any objections given by 
those who perceive the evils that must inevitably follow from 
such principles coming into practice. They content them- 
selves with carrying one or two weak positions of their ad- 
versary, trusting to come back at some later date to enforce 
the full demands of their leaders. They in a shrewd way 
strike a blow at conscience, placing civil law in its place ; they 
sacrifice private interests to the state, which is to enforce a 
more despotic power than was ever practiced by the ancient 
rulers of the East. We cannot therefore gather the purport 
of Socialism from enthusiastic but ignorant advocates, we 
must seek its standard bearers and learn through them what 


they hold and advocate and accepting that which is held by 
the most prominent, ignore the contradictions of the others. 
This is the purpose of this paper; this and the pointing out 
of the effects that would follow if these principles came into 

Why does man labor? No man would give up all he 
has for the promise that his needs and those of his family 
would be filled ; except a few fanatics who "waste not their 
time in thought." We see around us men toiling for their 
livelihood in the office, field or factory ; these men would not 
work with as much earnestness or ambition as they do to- 
day, if you told them, "From now you receive but what is 
necessary for your existence; whatever you produce over and 
above belongs to the state ; you can no longer do as you 
please ; that day has passed, and man must now do what he 
is told with the reward of his toil, for the improvement of the 
commonwealth." The ordinary man would not work if in 
that work he did not see the betterment of his condition. In 
the Socialistic State man cannot better himself; no matter 
how much or little he labors he is always in the position his 
neighbor holds. 

Is human nature ever satisfied? If it were, men who 
have amassed great fortunes would content themselves with 
the endeavor of spending it — which in many cases would be 
impossible. These men under Socialism would have the 
same ambition and could not be satisfied. On the other 
hand, few men labor for mere subsistence — and those who 
are thus satisfied will not enter into the Socialist idea that 
all must labor for the common good alone. 

Under Socialistic rule we will all enjoy an earthly para- 
dise. We will have Sunday and half of every other day to 
worship God. Every man will be educated, whether accord- 
ing to his ability or application, I have not been able to ascer- 
tain. Professional men will be chosen by the magistrates 
and will be officers of the State. 

"If one loves God truly, and takes not His name in vain, 
he will love his needy brothers also and will co-operate with 
them to end the reign of Mammon and establish universal 


brotherhood, peace and plenty. And this would be Social- 
ism." This looks well in print and is the literature the So- 
cialists spread broadcast to attract the ignorant to their 

Suppose one nation should adopt Socialism. Would any 
money be left in that country? Would the money paid the 
present owners of productive property be allowed to remain 
in their hands? If allowed to keep it, these men could re- 
main in that country and thoroughly enjoy life in leisure, or 
strike for another shore more favorable to their capital. 
Would the government confiscate private property in the 
way the French Government took possession of Church prop- 
erty? No man has paid the slightest attention to Socialism 
without seeing Civil War branded clearly across its face. 

What would be the morality in a Socialistic state? At 
present the state of the family and the nature of marriage 
relations are the foundation of the structure of Society. It 
is but natural to anticipate, in a movement, taking upon it- 
self the building of a new society, some attention to the 
family and sexual relation ; in truth there is an abundance 
of literature on these important points, every Socialist plat- 
form dealing with them in the same light. 

The education and care of the child from the kindergar- 
ten through the University is the key-note of every confer- 
ence, abrogating parental care of the child as soon as he is 
old enough to thrive in strangers' hands. The simplifica- 
tion, and greater freedom in the obtaining, of divorce, which 
at present has attained stupendous proportions, is set out 
as a matter of immediate politics. There is no need to exem- 
plify the literature by quotations ; the various yet harmo- 
nious views on the subject may be read from such 
authors as Ferri — "Socialism and Postive Science" ; Mrs. 
Snowden — "The Woman Socialist" ; and Bebel — "Women 
under Socialism." They undoubtedly view the bonds of 
wedlock in a light no Catholic can accept, and in a way most 
men deem immoral. This is one reason Catholics cannot 
look upon Socialism with favor, and is sufficient to bar the 
co-operation of any Christian in their works. 


Atheism, a slap in the face to the God-knowing world, is 
likewise held. Nothing has been written by any Socialist 
leader in which is not found a strain of atheistic views, when 
atheism is not openly avowed. A few quotations on this 
point can do no harm. W. Luoknecht writes : "It is our 
duty as Socialists to root out the faith in God with all our 
zeal, nor is anyone worthy of the name who does not conse- 
crate himself to the spread of Atheism." Later this same 
man finding he had thrown too bold a statement into the face 
of the world, modified it thus : "Instead of squandering our 
strength in a struggle with the Church, we will go to the root 
of the matter and overthrow the state, for, when we have 
done that, the Church and sacerdotalism will fall with it." 
Can we find any more striking proof of the atheistic views of 
this unorganized body? As Socialism is no fixed creed or 
political party, we can only view it in the light given us by 
its leaders and chief promoters ; but as it may be said one 
example proves nothing, I will quote the following from 
The Comrade, a New York Socialist paper: "Socialism 
Christianized would be Socialism emasculated and destroyed." 
We find the following from E. B. Bax: "Socialism must 
conquer the stupidity of the masses in so far as this stupidity 
reveals itself in religious forms and dogma." E. B. Averling 
writes, speaking of England : "The two curses of our coun- 
try and time are Capitalism and Christianity." From G. O. 
Herron, another representative : "Every appeal to men to 
become Socialists in the name of Christianity will result in 
the corruption and betrayal of Socialism, and in the use of 
the movement for private ends." 

There must be a motive for human actions. No one labors 
for another without the prospect of some present advantage 
or the hope of a reward hereafter. The latter are saintly 
people ; you will agree that there are hundreds among Social- 
ists who do not even believe in a hereafter, for they do not 
believe in God. E. B. Bax, whom we have quoted before, 
confesses that "Socialism utterly despises 'the other world' 
with all its stage properties." I will give as an example of 
what clear-minded and strong-charactered men, who have 


learned to know Socialism, think of it by pointing out the 
case of Mr. Goldstein, who for nine years served the Social- 
ists as an organizer, officer and candidate in England, and 
who at the end of that time included these words in his res- 
ignation, which he tendered after seeing whither Socialism 
was leading him. "I am convinced that Socialism as organ- 
ized internationally, stands for the entire breaking down of 
the individual standards of moral responsibility. A vote cast 
for Socialism is a vote cast for the destruction of those insti- 
tutions which promote and sustain civilization, namely, the 
Church, the State, and the monogamic family." We clearly 
see, therefore, that Socialism is openly anti-Christian, and if 
any man trusts his little canoe in its turbulent waters and 
expects his faith to serve him as an anchor, he will be swept 
away in a more ruthless fashion than an autumn leaf in the 
flood of Niagara. 

We will take a glance at the moral platform of the So- 
cialists. Have they any? This is where Socialism differs 
from every other political party, for every other is Christian 
in tone and builds its laws upon Christian morality and 
Ethics. The Socialists tell us they are going to reform, re- 
model and rebuild, not only society, but also the principles 
of right and wrong, "not on the decision or statement of a 
priesthood, government or laws formed by a lucky few, but 
in as much as and no more than they are perceived to be for 
the good or harm of society and the individuals who compose 
it. Yes we will kill lunatics. What good are they to society? 
We will deal a similar blow to cripples ; whereas a man who 
has committed murder, but from whom some good may be 
expected, will be permitted to live and labor." Laws founded 
on these principles will justify artificial restriction of births 
and destroy all semblance of a God. 

Still they expect to form a society morally perfect, by 
turning the human race into barbarism so that once more it 
may have the chance to form a new history of civilization. 

What came first, the State, the Family, or the Individual? 
Is society to protect the individual or to rob and enslave 
him? Which lasts forever? Reason shows that the State 


developed from the family and not the family from the State. 
Even if we set aside Revelation, which clearly shows the 
development of the human society from the family, we see 
by reason the same formation of the State in its origin. 

Seeing this prior right of the individual, no man, or body 
of men, can assume the right of confiscating his property and 
laying down unreasonable statutes for him to follow. 


A Humming-bird once met a gay Butterfly; 

The sheen of her wings took theHumming-bird's eye. 

He said: "You are almost as winsome as I." 

"I like you, in sooth, we'll be friends from to-day, 
And nought shall divide us or come in the way. 
I pause for an answer. Now what do you say?" 

" 'Gainst you and your offer my feelings revolt ; 
You called me but lately a poor crawling dolt : 
The door to my friendship against you I bolt." 

"How? When?" gasped the bird in a voice that was weak, 
"No such words, pretty bird, did my tongue ever speak ; 
In presence of beauty I'm humble and meek." 

"Tis the truth," snapped the fly, "you did me thus dub, 
You mocked at me sore when I was but a grub, 
And now is my chance, sir, to give you a snub." 

Moral : 

O men in high places take heed what you say; 
Despise not the lowly you meet in life's way; 
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As soon as John Cloughen reached the age of maturity 
he began to assert his liberty. The assertion of one's liberty 
does not usually bring to mind objectionable features, but 
John was very peculiar and his method of showing that he 
was a free man was objectionable in the extreme. 

He had been brought up among Socialists in the eastern 
part of Illinois, and their doctrine had found in him a firm 
believer. But, unlike most of his socialistic friends, John had 
the physical courage to stand up for his views, and so it was 
that at the age of twenty-one he was engaged in the harmless 
pursuit of stopping passenger-trains at unheard-of places and 
relieving rich gentlemen of their surplus wealth. Naturally 
these rich personages were very much averse to parting with 
their riches, and often said as much, but John, with a "forty- 
four" always made them view the situation from his stand- 
point. His argument was forceful, straight to the point and 
invariably successful. 

The only part in the Socialistic creed that John did not 
adhere to, was the turning over of his money to the State. 
No one else did it, and why should he? If he had believed 
this part of the doctrine all might have been ended sooner. 
He believed that no one should have more wealth than his 
fellow-man and he sought to bring about this state of affairs 
by his train-stopping experiments. 

But one time, after he had made an unusually big haul, 
he encountered an obstacle. The obstacle came in the shape 
of a sheriff and John was taken into custody, to be tried by 
a Judge who believed not in the teachings of Socialism. At 
his trial he tried hard to convince the Judge that his belief 
was right. But he failed, and this failure cast him twenty 
years in the State Penitentiary. 

As the sheriff brought him to the jail he was silent. But 
in his soul he had determined to be free, cost what it might. 
There were men no better than he that were free, thought 
John, and he was going to be free, too. Why the Judge him- 


self had beliefs, and was he given twenty years in the "Pen" 
for carrying them out? True, John's methods of acting 
were very strenuous, but his doctrine needed forceful meas- 
ures, and every one must act according to his belief. 

For two days he lay in the cell, considering the way to 
freedom, and for two days he was baffled by the discipline 
of the prison officials. On the third day a guard came into 
the cell to take him to the State farm, where for the next 
twenty years he was sentenced to eke out his hopeless exist- 
ence by laboring for the common good. 

The sight of the guard filled him with rage. A vision 
of the twenty years of fruitless toil, a hatred against all man- 
kind for the injustice of it all, a hatred against the Judge who 
had jeered at his plea, made him almost mad. A quick, short 
blow, strengthened by all the suffering of those two cruel 
nights in the prison cell, and the guard lay very still. 

But with that blow came back his reason. Stooping 
down he felt the pulse of the man who but a few moments 
before had filled him with deadly hate. The pulse was still. 

Rising up he stood like one dazed. In all his train- 
robbing experiences he had never done a thing like this. The 
enormity of the deed, the sight of the dead man before him, 
filled him with a strange fear. The moments crawled along. 
At each muffled step in the passage-way he slunk back into 
the darkness of his cell. He had never been a coward before, 
he had often risked his life for almost nothing, but the limp, 
lifeless form on the floor seemed to unnerve him, to rob him 
of his courage. 

Once more he bent over the corpse. He might have 
been mistaken before, maybe after all the man was only 
stunned. Again he took the cold dead hand in his own and 
again the same result. Then the terrible truth dawned on 
him, he had committed — Murder. His eyes fell upon those 
of the dead, but the glassy stare seemed to tranfix him. He 
rose again and tried to take his mind from the deed. But 
the quiet figure on the floor seemed to be everywhere. 

What had he done after all? He had merely tried to 
regain that which was rightfully his — his liberty. Where 


was the wrong in that? What right had any one to rob 
him of his freedom? What right had this man on the floor 
to prevent him from being free? He was right in killing 
him, thought he. But deep down in his soul was a principle 
that would not be put down, a principle that haunted him, a 
principle that made the dead man point an accusing finger 
at him. It was that old commandment that all men know to 
be true: "Thou shalt not kill." 

Yet he had lived according to the Socialistic doctrine, 
and now at the most serious situation of his life the creed 
seemed to desert him. The Judge who had condemned him 
looked honest, and yet he had laughed at the teachings of 
Socialism. Everyone whom he knew, except those among 
whom he had been brought up, laughed at them. Yes, he had 
even seen his father and mother give up the doctrine when 
they were in a crisis, and they had seemed happier after 
giving it up. There must be something wrong with it. That 
voice of his inner self told him that he had done wrong in 
killing the jailer. And yet he had acted according to his be- 
lief. Oh, he saw it now. The voice was right, he was wrong. 

Suddenly there arose before him the form of the man he 
had wrongfully slain. He knew that it was his imagination, 
but he could not shake it off. The glassy, staring eyes 
seemed to accuse him of a crime beyond the power of man 
to measure. He was guilty, damnably guilty. He had lived 
all his life according to a wrong teaching, and nothing could 
forgive this deed. This thought made him gnash his teeth 
in despair. There was no hope for him now. If he had gone 
to the "Pen" he would not now stand before God and the 
world a coward — a murderer. Why did he not go? Why 
had he clung to that false teaching which prompted him to 
commit this dreadful deed? Why had he not seen sooner 
that he was wrong? 

Now the figure seemed to stand before him. It raised 
its arm. John fought at it with all the strength of his ter- 
rible despair. But the fight was useless. He could not touch 
the white, dead shape before him. The arm fell, and John 


uttered a loud, shrill shriek — a shriek of lost happiness, of 
desolate despair. 

The wardens rushed in, but he knew them not. His 
mind seemed able to contain but one image, and the image 
was one of a dead man, slain by an unjust hand. They tried 
to take him from his cell, but he struggled like a wild beast 
at bay. They could not remove him, try as they would. 

Twenty years later in that same cell was a man whose 
eyes bore a strange, haunted look. Every now and then he 
would emit a cry, strong in its agony, fierce in its unhappi- 
ness. This man had once killed another. The name of the 
murderer was John Cloughen. 

T. V. CRAVEN, '09. 

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We see our hero first appear 
With death-like grip on steering-gear. 
He drives his fourteen horse-power car 
With pomp that well becomes a czar; 
Ne'er deigning cast a look on those 
Whose purses can't afford autos. 


A second age has wrought a change ; 

Pray tell us why he acts thus strange! 

Be-goggled, calm, without a fear, 

He skids round curves though death is near, 

But, ah ! his morals low have sunk : 

His language scarce becomes a monk. 


O'er roadways now of hill and plain 
He sweeps like ruthless hurricane. 
Nor ever peers the ruts to scan, 
Nor pity shows to dog or man. 
What fun to hear the chickens squawk! 
What joy to see scared horses balk ! 


The fourth age brings the closing scene ; 

The air he breathes seems gasoline ; 

Imaginary cranks he'll turn, 

And seems to hear an auto churn. 

In padded cell, a grewsome sight, 

With speed his brains have taken flight. 

D. E. J. 


Jtattie ^tonwjtaujes jtf a (Classic*! 

Perhaps the most disputed literary question that con- 
fronts the administrators of education at present is that of 
the Classics, and now that the mechanical arts have been 
introduced into all the Universities of the country on such a 
large scale, the student seems not to realize the importance 
attached to the study of the liberal arts. Hence, it is the 
aim and purpose of the writer to point out some of the ad- 
vantages and requirements of a classical education. 

Considered from a philosophical standpoint, the Classics 
have rightly been declared to have a two-fold end, the one 
a general and the other a direct and particular utility. Among 
the general advantages derived by all who apply themselves 
to the classic languages we may mention in the first place the 
training of the mind or mental drill, which must be under- 
gone to acquire such a mastery of their construction and 
vocabulary as will render a study of the great authors both 
possible and profitable. The character and formation of 
these ancient tongues render them especially suitable for this 
purpose, while at the same time the knowledge of the ver- 
nacular is improved, owing to the fact that the vocabulary 
of modern languages has been borrowed to such an extent 
from the tongues of Greece and Rome. A higher and more 
important result is derived from the study of the great classic 
authors. As models of flawless literary excellence they are 
unrivalled, and they beget in the mind of the student a stand- 
ard of literary taste which raises the scholar far above the 
weak, trashy and vulgar writing that so often passes for lit- 
erature at the present day. In an age of readers like the 
present, good judgment "is a valuable acquisition to any man, 
and the classic road is the most sure and direct way to it. 

The direct utility pertains more to the particular man ; 
for some it has no direct advantage. On the other hand, law- 
yers and doctors experience a need of the knowledge of Latin 
and Greek in every step of their professional work. 


Education in the strict sense of the word does not infer 
merely the storing away of facts, but something more profit- 
able to the individual, that is, the development of the rational 
nature to the highest degree ; and for mental training, which 
is an object of all education, the classics are best adapted on 
account of the work of analysis and composition required to 
master them. A person that sees a student diligently ab- 
sorbed in preparing a Latin and Greek translation, is forcibly 
impressed that it is not the work of the memory but that of 
the intellect. It is evident that it is the work of the reason- 
ing powers, for the student has first to consider the agreement 
of diction, secondly to apply the rules of syntax, and thirdly 
to consult the dictionary for the derivation of words before 
he can obtain a correct result. Hence in analyzing a produc- 
tion of either language the student cannot simply write at 
random, but on the contrary, must as in Philosophy, answer 
the eternal question — Why? Consequently, having to give 
an account for each step he makes in his work, it is evident 
that the classics, viewed as an exercise in analysis, are an 
excellent means for developing the intellect. As regard the 
power of composition they are doubly deemed an important 
educational factor. In this case, too, the scholar has to work 
in accordance with reason. There is nothing more suggestive 
and indicative of genuine mental work than to see a student 
sift in his mind a difficulty and thoroughly understand it be- 
fore writing it on paper. This labor is not in vain ; the 
knowledge thus derived is beneficial to both his mind and 
memory and paves the way for a brilliant career. The study 
of the classics demands such work of the student in a pre- 
eminent degree, and it naturally follows that they are the 
chief and unexcelled promoter of education. 

The classics do more than improve the rational faculties. 
As a means of refinement and culture they have no equal in 
the various branches of learning, and as a means of incul- 
cating literary excellence into the mind of the student, they 
are unexcelled. It is an authenticated fact that the old Ro- 
man and Greek authors were the principal guardians and pro- 
moters of literature while in its infancy, nor has any modern 


language produced models of such excellence and perfection. 
Horace seems to have been ordained by the Author of Nature 
to be the standard of literary excellence. His Odes and 
Satires, composed of such pure Latin and concise expressions, 
are in themselves gems of thought ; nay more, each word 
seems to be a block of wisdom. His style, concise and noble, 
enables the scholar to grasp the high ideals of life and to 
scorn the literary trash of the day. Again, what could be 
more elevating and more instructive than to study the elo- 
quent and logical orations of Cicero? Vergil, too, charms 
the reader and entices him to imaginative and literary expres- 
sion, rather than to thoughts vulgar and commonplace. The 
works of Homer, Demosthenes, Sophocles, St. Jno. Chryso- 
stom, and others of the Grecian type, also have contributed a 
full share in the progress of poetry and eloquence. After 
merely reading some of these authors, the reader is edified 
by the elegant style of the productions and appreciates the 
numerous benefits derived from such a source ; can it then 
be so marvellous that a person who has made a thorough 
study of the classics should possess a bountiful and excellent 
vocabulary, an appreciation of literary excellence, and a mind 
trained to accuracy of thought and expression? 

J. R. GARBER, '09. 



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The gloomy days are speeding by, 
The sun shines bright upon the wold ; 
The days of cold and stormy sky 
The winter king's recalled. 

The gloomy days are speeding by: 
Above, a sky of spotless blue ; 
The balmy southern breezes sigh 
And sleeping nature woo. 

The gloomy days are speeding by, 
The golden light is on the mead ; 
Bright flowers in profusion lie 
Among the withered weed. 

The gloomy days are speeding by, 
The mockers on the dancing spray, 
With all their power of singing, ply 
To pipe their sweetest lay. 

The gloomy days are speeding by, 
Sweet sunshine floods my brimming soul; 
Where rose the tide of sorrow high 
The golden splendors roll. 

WM. K. NICROSI, '10. 


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The great clock in the hall had just struck three. I lin- 
gered on the steps of the hotel for a few minutes, admiring 
the beautiful scenery in front of me, before starting on my 
regular afternoon walk. I had often feasted my eyes on these 
beauties of nature, but this afternoon they appeared grander 
than ever. The sun, blazing in the vault of a cloudless sky, 
shone in all his splendor; and though it was the middle of 
June, the day was not warm, owing to our great elevation 
above sea-level. Before me lay the hotel garden in all its 
magnificence. Rose bushes in full bloom, violets, tulips, and 
many other flowers had habitation there. Truly a lover of 
flowers would have given much to own such a garden. Be- 
yond the garden, on the other side of the road, in all their 
grandeur, rose the stately pines, standing like sentinels over 
our dwelling place, and shutting us out from the worry and 
care of the city. Good indeed must our Creator be, to give us 
these beauties wherewith to feed our hungry souls, after we 
have tired of the other pleasures of this world. 

Coming back to earth with a start I remembered my 
walk, and descending the steps I sought the path I had 
chosen for my afternoon stroll. It was the first time I had 
ever taken this road, for it had been my custom since coming 
to this mountain retreat to go every afternoon to a little spot 
I had selected beside a laughing brook, and there, lying on 
the ground all alone, save for the little songsters overhead, 
to pursue my studies in literature. It was owing to a story 
the proprietor had related to me at breakfast that I had 
chosen this particular path. Being somewhat tired of my 
old haunt beside the spring, I had asked him if he could direct 
me to some new place of interest where I could pass an enjoy- 
able afternoon. He informed me that he knew of an old mill 
not far distant from the hotel, which the people of the sur- 
rounding country supposed to be haunted. It was reported, 
he said, that some twenty-five years before the owner had 
murdered his wife in a fit of anger, and that her ghost still 


haunted the old mill. The murderer had disappeared and 
had never been'seen or heard of since. This was all but it 
was sufficient to rouse my curiosity, and I determined to visit 
the mill that afternoon. While the proprietor had been re- 
lating these facts to me I had noticed that an old gentleman 
sitting nearby had been listening very attentively to our con- 
versation, and that he seemed somewhat disturbed when the 
ghost of the murdered woman was mentioned. This old 
gentleman had arrived the night before, and as yet I had not 
had the pleasure of making his acquaintance. There was 
something peculiar about him that made me take particular 
notice of him. He appeared to be about two score and ten 
years, and the deep wrinkles which covered his forehead 
spoke plainly of the sorrows that had darkened his life. Of 
these I was to learn in the course of the day. His hair was 
snow white, and from his chin fell a long silvery beard. His 
shoulders were stooped as if bending under a weight too 
heavy for them to bear, and as his hands moved hither and 
thither, I had discerned a large red scar upon his right hand. 

I had now reached the edge of the wood and was soon 
lost in its depths. The narrow path I followed was bordered 
on both sides by thick underbrush ; the trees rose upwards, 
forming an almost impenetrable arch, and the few sunbeams 
that filtered through the branches danced across my path. 
Now and then a rabbit started up in front of me, and dived 
into the thick underbrush, or a bird, disturbed by my pres- 
ence, rose upwards, to be lost in the branches overhead. 
The road became steeper, and after toiling upwards for ten 
or more minutes, I came to a turn in the road and beheld the 
old saw mill, standing solitary, in what had once been a 

But during the years in which the mill had been aban- 
doned the forest had grown up again, and the trees, once cut 
down to feed its hunger, had come up anew, and seemed to 
mock the old mill as they waved to and fro in the breeze. 
A few yards distant a sparkling mountain stream swirled 
by, laughing at the mill before it ducked beneath the road, 
on its journey to the great river at the foot of the mountain. 


As I came nearer I had a better view of the building. It 
was in the last stage of decay. Only a part of the roof re- 
mained, and this seemed about to go. The broken window 
glass scattered over the ground, reflected the sunbeams as 
they pierced through the trees. The door was no longer in 
its place, but lay upon the ground, almost hidden by the tall 
grass. I entered the building and found everywhere the 
same signs of decay. The birch shot up between the rot- 
ting floor planks ; great spiders spun their webs in corners 
to catch the wasps or flies; even the old saw in the corner 
bore the signs of time, being, instead of a shining black color, 
a dull red; a wild vine wound its tendrils round the cranks 
and levers. In one corner was a ladder leading to the floor 

Something prompted me to ascend to the second story, 
and yielding to the impulse I began to climb. Reaching the 
top I turned and — was I dreaming or could my eyes deceive 
me? No, surely there was the old gentleman I had seen at 
breakfast. Hearing my exclamation of surprise, he turned 
around and a look of fear came over his face when he saw 
me. He was the first to recover, and addressed me in these 
words : 

"Young man, I had hoped that no one would see me 
here. I heard your conversation at breakfast, and knowing 
that you would visit the mill this afternoon, I came early, 
hoping to be away before you arrived. If you are a detec- 
tive, for you look somewhat like one, do with me as you 

Coming to myself, I hastily assured him that I was not 
a detective, and meant him no harm. 

He seemed a great deal relieved when I told him this, 
and motioned me to come over where he was. He told me 
to sit down, and not seeing any chair I sat on a box. 

"Young man," he said, "I suppose you are surprised to 
see me here. And well you may be. At first I thought you 
were a detective come to arrest me, and I certainly was re- 
lieved when you told me you were not. I am going to tell 


you a very strange story, but first you must promise not to 
tell a soul until I'm gone from this place." 
I gave him my promise and he continued : 
"This mill belongs to me. I once ran it. Some twenty- 
five years ago I was a happy man ; now I am an outcast, 
with no home and no one I can call a friend. After my 
father's death I took charge of the mill. Things came my 
way and I prospered. When I was thirty years old I mar- 
ried. At first my wife and I lived happily together. Unfor- 
tunately one day we quarreled. This was only the beginning 
of the trouble. We never got along after that first falling 
out. One day some people who were visiting the mill heard 
me threaten my wife. Next days she was accidentally killed. 
A large beam which was leaning against the wall near the 
door, prior to its being shipped to the city, had somehow or 
other fallen, and crushed her as she was entering the build- 
ing. I was prostrated with grief. If I had been a man I 
would have remained and endeavored to prove my innocence. 
I had been heard to threaten my wife, and as soon as her 
death was made known some persons reported what they 
had heard to the police. Two days after my wife's burial I 
was wandering in the woods near the road leading to the 
mill, when I saw three men walking along it in the direction 
of the mill. One of them was a detective. I knew him by 
his badge. There was no witness to prove my innocence, as 
I had given the workmen a holiday and no one had seen the 
accident. Fearing I should be caught and hung for murder, 
like a coward I ran away to the far west and have lived there 
ever since. Some time ago a longing came over me to see 
my old home again before dying, so I have come to visit the 
old mill. This is my life's story. It is not very long, but 
it is full of sadness. But remember your promise. I am 
sure you would not betray an old man like me." 

This was all. We returned to the hotel together. He 
left next day, and I have never seen or heard of him since. 

E. J. LEBEAU, '10. 


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Though the incidents I am about to relate may chal- 
lenge the credulity of many, nevertheless, they have been so 
well established by many trustworthy friends that when my 
narrative is at an end I doubt whether anyone will refuse 
to believe this tale. One afternoon as the train snorted into 
the station, I alighted from the cars, a stranger in Galveston. 
I had promised a friend who was spending the hot, sultry 
months there, to meet him at the depot. I looked eagerly in 
all directions, but in vain. He was not to be seen. Dusty 
and tired by the trip, I was driven to the hotel. The place 
was situated on the beach, and was well known to tourists 
and business men seeking a cool and pleasant spot. It went 
by the name of the Beach Hotel. After securing apartments, 
I took a short promenade along the beach, for which Galves- 
ton is deservedly famous. At supper I was surprised to find 
my friend among the guests. He told me that he had 
crossed over to the mainland to transact some important 
business, which readily explained his failure to meet me at 
the train. After supper we repaired to one of the verandas 
which gave an excellent view of the Gulf. The view from 
the piazza was one of magnificence. The vast expanse of 
water resembling a sheet of burnished gold, dyed by the 
myriad-colored rays of the receding sun, and the pagodas 
rising like a crowd of ghouls from the gloom. Now and 
then some merry peals of laughter came to us as the many 
bathers frolicked about in the water. I was suddenly 
aroused from my reverie by a voice at my elbow. The 
stranger was a man well past three score and ten, judging 
from his bent frame, and hoary locks of .snow-white hair. 
"Pardon me, young man," he said, "if I intrude, but I hear 
that you are here to make an investment. Young man, there 
is oil in this island, and in paying qualities, too. I have seen 
it and so I know what I say is true." After a while the 
conversation lagged and the old man took his departure, not 


without extending a cordial invitation to my friend and my- 
self to visit him down the island. 

The gentlemen who were with me explained that as the 
old man was now in his second childhood, and naturally 
cranky on a few subjects, he had a mania for finding oil on 
Galveston Island. When my friends had left me, I arose 
and went down the beach for a stroll, listening to the dull 
booming of the surf as it pounded on the sand, and very 
much interested in the little sandcrabs which, eyeing me curi- 
ously, would scamper away on my near approach as fast as 
their little legs could carry them. When I returned to the 
hotel darkness had fallen on land and sea. Those treacher- 
ous waters of the Gulf were shut out from view by an inky 
curtain, with only a white cap here and there shining in 
startling contrast, as the soft mellow light of a silver moon 
fell upon it. The band came out to the Hotel Pavilion, and 
began playing a lively air. As the soft, sweet strains of 
music, mellowed by their passage over the waters, were 
wafted to my ears, a feeling of drowsiness crept over me. 

Quitting the veranda I made my way to my room to 
seek a little repose and think over the events of the day. 
Worn out by my day's exertions, it was not long before I 
passed into the Land of Dreams. I had probably been asleep 
half an hour when suddenly a vision arose before my eyes 
in the corridor. The vision took the shape of a man wrapped 
in a long black cloak. He beckoned me to open the door. 
This command I absolutely refused to comply with. I was 
sure the door was shut, but this did not seem to deter the 
midnight visitor. On my refusal to go to him he stalked 
bodily through the door to the foot of my bed. I stared at 
him in horror. He only returned the look with a fierce 
gleam in his eyes. "What do you want?" I cried, trembling 
from head to foot. "I have a message for you," he replied. 
"Listen well and let not one word escape you. To-morrow 
afternoon at five o'clock drive along the beach to the orphan- 
age, where you will perceive in the Gulf an old boiler. This 
will take in all, about twenty minutes of your valuable time. 
Soon you will reach a gnarled salt-cedar which grows by 


the roadside. Walk seventy-five yards northwest, then turn 
directly east, pace off the distance of three, then dig around." 
The ghoul gathered his cloak about his shoulders, and stood 
erect as if expecting an answer. I tried to speak, but my 
tongue clove to my mouth. "Farewell," he roared, with such 
a loud voice that the walls of my chamber seemed to re-echo 
the sound a thousand-fold, and then disappeared. I awoke 
with a start. Had I been dreaming, or was there really 
something in this vision? I arose and examined the door. 
It was locked securely. Where I had seen the ghost, nothing 
was to be seen but the sylph-like shadows of the moonbeams 
dancing on the door. Having satisfied myself that nothing 
had happened, and that I was only dreaming, I went back to 
bed and was soon asleep. 

I arose early next morning and went to confer with my 
friend on the Strand. Mentioning my strange dream of the 
past night, the conversation turned in some way on Lafitte, 
the notorious pirate and buccaneer. I learned from my friend 
that the greater part of the Lafitte treasure was supposed to 
be buried in or around Galveston. As this might have been 
the direct end of my dreamland informer, and for the mere 
sake of adventure, I resolved to follow out the directions of 
my midnight visitor. 

About five o'clock that afternoon we started out on our 
adventure. Now arose a great difficulty. How fast was I 
to drive in those twenty minutes allowed me by the ghost? 
This was readily solved by letting the horse select his own 
pace. When the twenty minutes had passed, and we were 
beyond the orphanage and the boiler, we halted. I scanned 
the country round for some distance, and sure enough, there 
was an old salt-cedar. Whether it was the exact one or not, 
I was unable to decide, but I felt that so far my dream had 
come true. We were now very much excited and hastily 
measured the seventy-five yards northwest and the three 
paces directly east and began to turn up the ground around 
about. We had not been at it long when I suddenly struck 
something which gave forth the sharp sound of metal ; I dug 
it up and examined it closely with my friend. It was a 



square brass tablet, with three lines traced upon it, going in 
as many different directions, all starting from the same cen- 
tral point. So elated were we over our find that we hastened 
to the city to spread the gladsome news. On our return to 
the city I found a summons for me to repair immediately to 
Beaumont on business of great importance. I put the tablet 
in my trunk without acquainting my friend of its where- 
abouts, and gave orders that my baggage and papers should 
be left as they were, informing the hotel clerk that I would 
return in a short time. 

On the morning of the third day as I was about to return 
to Galveston, I picked up a newspaper to while away the 
time before the arrival of my train. Imagine my chagrin 
when I read : "The Beach Hotel destroyed by fire in Gal- 
veston." I could hardly wait now for my train, so eager was 
I to get back to my precious tablet. When I arrived at the 
station my friend was there to meet me. He seemed down- 
cast and sad. We drove out to the hotel grounds. Nothing 
could be seen save a mass of smouldering ashes. My friend 
went to inquire after my trunk and baggage. He returned 
with a look of disappointment on his face. "It is all over, 
Terry," he said, "your trunk was destroyed with the precious 
tablet." As I could do nothing without this valuable piece 
of information, my friend and myself shook hands and 
parted. Thus ended my adventure for "The Pirates' Treas- 
ure." PAUL J. TURREGANO, '10. 


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A careful reading of the masterpieces of Horace verifies 
his prophecy made in the last ode of the third Book: 

"Exegi monumentum aere perennius 
Regali situ pyramidum altius." 

His praises are sung by the College boy, the University stu- 
dent and the lovers of classical literature. The unadorned 
walls of many a class room daily re-echo his name ; he occu- 
pies a prominent and glorious seat in the Hall of Fame. 
Among the odes which have fixed the wreath of Immortality 
on his brow we must rank the first six of the third book. 
The great Roman commonwealth, the mistress of Europe 
during so many ages, was fast tottering to ruin. Horace, 
frightened at the evil threatening his country, declares that 
the degeneracy of great Rome implies a laxity in the primi- 
tive discipline. 

These six odes are an address to the Romans, whose 
hearts, ever burning with the flames of patriotism, are called 
to protect and defend the rising Roman generation, restore 
Rome to her former dignity, raise aloft as of old her glorious 
standard, hallowed by the blood of the best and bravest, and 
above all, to restore her to her pristine moral grandeur. Our 
bard is deserving of great praise for his unity of design per- 
meating these poems written at different intervals. In no 
other place do we find him so serious in tone. He fully com- 
prehends the calamity threatening the Empire and finding 
strength in his patriotism he attempts to ward off the dan- 
gers of the approaching catastrophe. He advocates a return 
to the ancient discipline, and exemplifies in lucid and richly 
adorned language the virtues necessary. In his last ode, as 
if sinking into the depths of despair, he exclaims: "Each 
generation is worse than the last, and our children will be 
baser than we." 

In this essay we are only taking a broad and general 
view of the subject, for to study it in detail would mean the 


obligation or task to write a history of Rome during the 
time of Horace. Our bard, startled at the decadence of the 
nation, takes a retrospective view and enumerates the means 
required for a return to primitive greatness: it is in the 
proper training of the young. 

A brief review of the odes will better explain my mean- 
ing. The general train of thought in the first ode is as fol- 
lows : True happiness consists, not in the possession of pub- 
lic honors or of extensive riches, but in a tranquil and con- 
tented mind. Horace opens the ode with an address ; speak- 
ing as the high-priest of the Muses and especially empowered 
by them, he will make known his mission. It is in this ode 
that he particularly dwells on this one point : a return to 
primitive simplicity of life is absolutely necessary to check 
the present danger of decay and ruin. Again, the wealthy 
and the powerful are prevented by the cares of riches and 
ambition from attaining to the happiness which they seek. 
Riches and power are vanities, and bring with them a pro- 
portionate increase of care and trouble. 

In the second ode, the poet exhorts his fellow-citizens to 
be content with a small estate, and to train up the young to 
an acquaintance with the manly virtues which once graced 
the Roman name. Let not the rising generation of warriors 
shrink from the hazards and dangers of a true cause ; but 
rather instill in their young minds, consumed in the flames 
of patriotism, this one clause: "Duke et decorum est pro 
patria mori :" It is sweet and glorious to die for one's coun- 
try. Let the Roman youth seek true virtue, and let him learn 
the priceless reward of true manhood. Nemesis never fails 
to overtake the wrong-doer. 

The third ode pronounces as a true hero the man who is 
"Justus et tenax propositi." Here Horace sings the praises 
of justice and persevering firmness of soul whose worthy rec- 
ompense is immortality. He cites many splendid examples 
to prove the truth of this remark, and, mentioning Romulus, 
the poet dwells on the circumstances which, to the eye of the 
imagination, attended the hero's apotheosis. The gods are 
assembled in solemn conclave to decide upon his admission 


to the skies. Juno, before most hostile to the house of 
yEneas, now declares her assent. Satisfied with her past 
triumphs, she allows the founder of the Eternal City to par- 
ticipate in the joys of Olympus. The lofty destinies of Rome 
are shadowed forth and the conquest of nations is promised 
to her arms. Stern conditions accompany this expression of 
her will. The City of Troy must never rise from its ashes, 
and should the descendants of Romulus build up again the 
detested city, the vengeance of the goddess will again bring 
about its downfall. ' 

In the fourth ode he praises invocation of the Muses, his 
devotion to them, also Augustus, who in this ode is repre- 
sented as vice-gerent of Jove, and all violence against him is 
rebellion against his first rule. Not brawn, but brain should 
rule. Then he exemplifies the beneficial effects resulting 
from power when controlled and regulated by wisdom and 

In following odes he alludes to the degeneracy of the 
Roman arms. He cites the grand example of Regulus. 
Regulus foresaw the evil effects that would result to his 
country if the Roman soldier was allowed to place his hope 
of safety anywhere but in arms. The vanquished com- 
mander recommends to his countrymen not to accept the 
terms of the Carthaginians, for by receiving back the Roman 
captives they would establish a precedent pregnant with ruin 
to future ages. The soldier must either conquer or die ; he 
must not expect that by becoming a captive he will have a 
chance of being ransomed, and thus restored to his country. 
Our bard illumines the path of true patriotism. Andrew Lang 
speaks thus of this ode : "The strength, the tenderness, 
the noble and monumental resolution and resignation — these 
are the gifts of the lords of human things, the masters of the 

The sixth ode is an address to the corrupt and dissolute 
Romans of his age. "The abandonment of public and private 
virtue has brought down upon us the curse of the gods who 
daily send forth these national calamities." The anger of the 
gods will only be appeased by the promotion of religion and 


morality. In the preceding odes, devotion to duty is the 
ideal ; here purity and simplicity of life, strengthened and 
uplifted by religious motives. 

S. F. BRAUD, '10. 

A rah-rah hat with a colored band; 
Color of hair — a reddish sand ; 
Oh! what a necktie, blue and red; 
Loud striped suit that would wake the dead ; 
Little groups of diamonds in a ring, 
Each of a size for a wealthy king ; 
Good-sized cuffs on his wide peg-tops, 
Edged below with some noisy socks. 

Small drop pipe between his teeth ; 
Pocket has sack and tag hanging out beneath. 
Oxfords, too, of a brilliant tan ; 
Run all together and you'll have — a man? 
Tell what it is if you think you can. 

J. L. LAVRETTA, '10. 


Henry Van Dyke in the preface to his work on the 
Poetry of Tennyson informs us that Enoch Arden was the 
key which admitted him, in his boyhood days, into the "gar- 
den and palace of poetry, there to find a new beauty in the 
world, a new meaning in life, and a new joy in living." It 
immediately captivated his youthful fancy, because it was a 
real story of a brave, honest, manly soul, told in rich, glowing 
colors and sweet melody of harmonious numbers. And it is 
hard to see how anyone, with a soul in the least responsive 
to what is truly noble and inspiring in nature, can fail to 
experience similar sentiments on reading this simple, touch- 
ing story of the struggles of this loyal, affectionate and 
strong-willed sailor whose resolve 

Upbore him, and firm faith, and evermore 
Prayer from a living source within the will, 
And beating up through all the bitter world, 
Like fountains of sweet waters in the sea, 
Kept him a living soul. 

There is here no trace of the pessimistic gospel of the 
"essential bestiality" or "pure animalness" of man, as 
preached us by Haeckel, Jack London and a host of other 
writers, that would nourish a youth sublime with their fairy 
tales of science. On the contrary, our belief in and sympathy 
with the true inward nobility of man's real character gather 
new strength from the sincerity of the love and the loyalty 
of attachment which this bold, daring, sun-browned toiler of 
the deep manifests for his young wife and children through 
all the hardships and dangers of life spent upon the wrathful 
seas, or as during the long years of exile, he 

Sat often in the sea-ward gazing gorge 
A shipwreck'd sailor, waiting for a sail. 


The warmth and glow of domestic felicity, with its un- 
purchasable riches of health and competence, and mutual love, 
and honorable toil ; the heart-felt prayer of the devoted hus- 
band as he lay stretched on a bed of pain, away from the ten- 
der care of his beloved wife and the cheerful prattle of his 
infant child. 

"Save them from beggary, whatever comes to me !" the 
noble wish "to save all earnings to the uttermost" and give 
his children "a better bringing up than his had been or hers;" 
the delicate regard for his wife's feelings, which kept him 
from breaking to her his purpose of sailing as boatswain on 
a vessel China bound ; the high motive which prompted him 
to tear himself away from home, that he might at last, 

returning rich, 
Become the master of a larger craft, 
With fuller profits lead an easier life, 
Have all his pretty young ones educated, 
And pass his days in peace among his own. 

All this is the picture of a master-hand of what Christian mar- 
riage and a Christian father should be. It is an eloquent dis- 
course on Christian love and the Christian family, set in the 
warm, soulful imagery of a parable ; not a cold, spiritless 
disquisition which leaves little behind but weariness of in- 
tellect and an unsated heart. 

We lay down the story with sentiments of sorrow for 
the sad fate of the strong, heroic Enoch, mingled with an 
intense admiration of his brave struggle against the rough 
buffetings of fortune. Our hearts go out in sympathy for 
our suffering fellow-man, while we experience a new courage 
infused into our own souls, which will enable us to put forth 
the best that is in us through the great battle of life. 

In spite of Mr. Tainsh's assertion that didactic poetry is 
"almost a contradiction in terms," I must be excused for 
thinking that this little "idyll of sorrow" is didactic in the 
highest sense of the word. It is not, of course, as already 
stated, a dry, philosophical disquisition directed merely to 


the intellect, but an eloquent object lesson presented in the 
rich garb of poetic imagery; an appeal to our intellect through 
our moral sentiments. But it points a moral just the same; 
in fact, far more clearly and impressively by its vivid por- 
trayal of a strong-willed character, than ever we could hope 
to see it done by a whole library of abstract principles in- 
tended for the mind alone. Gradgrindism is by no means 
the ideal method of education. Indeed if didactic poetry be 
almost a contradiction in terms, Milton made a great mistake 
in his sublime introduction to our greatest epic in asking the 
Spirit of God to enlighten and raise and support him. 

That to the height of this great argument 
I may assert eternal providence, 
And justify the ways of God to men. 

Tennyson was not "an idle dreamer of an empty day," 
but a poet whose work has the soul as well as the body of 
beauty, a soul endowed with the high, elevating, spiritual 
powers which seize upon and vitalize the grandest aspirations 
of man. His forceful delineation of highest types of charac- 
ter cannot fail to exercise a powerful influence on the moral 
regeneration of his readers. 

Enoch Arden possesses comparatively little of the rich, 
melodious word-music, and delicate artistic touch so con- 
spicuous in many of his other poems. It may not, like his 
more elaborate elegy on his friend, Arthur Henry Hallam, 
claim a place in the first rank of the classics of our literature, 
but then its sphere of influence is undoubtedly larger. The 
touching story of a devoted husband who, on returning home 
after ten long years of lonely exile on an island in distant 
seas, like 

A dead man come to life beheld 
His wife his wife no more, and saw the babe 
Hers, yet not his, upon the father's knee, 
And all the warmth, the peace, the happiness, 
And his own children tall and beautiful, 
And him, that other, reigning in his place, 
Lord of his rights and of his children's love — 


has something in it that appeals more strongly to the human 
heart and grasps it with a firmer hold, than the most impas- 
sioned lyric outbirsts of "In Memoriam." There is a feeling 
of calm restfulness which steals over the soul with a delight- 
ful, soothing effect ; a glad realization of the fact that around 
us on all sides we have men of noble mould, though often 
clothed in hodden gray. That this simple story strikes a 
sympathetic chord in the human heart, seems to be well at- 
tested by the fact that it has been twice dramatized and has 
been translated into nearly every language of Europe. We 
find it in Dutch, Spanish, Italian, French, German, Danish, 
Bohemian and Hungarian. 

But, strange to say, its simplicity and directness of style 
is the most common criticism passed on it. It does not, like 
most of the great productions of our poet, "spontaneously 
clothe itself in music." It does not breathe the soft, sensu- 
ous, perfume-laden atmosphere of his musical lyrics. There 
is nothing to indicate the presence of a master hand, as we 
see it in these rhythmic lines: 

"Come into the garden, Maud, 

For the black bat, night, has flown; 

Come into the garden, Maud, 

I am here at the gate alone ; 

And the woodbine's spices are wafted abroad, 

And the musk of the rose is blown." 

But then it is hard to see how simplicity can be accounted 
a defect, especially when it harmonizes perfectly with the 
theme. Would it not rather argue a singular lack of taste, 
to clothe the simple feelings of an untutored sailor and the 
quiet homely joys of his humble family, in the same gorgeous 
imagery and oriental lavishness of epithet, which fit in so 
naturally with a scene like Milton's arch-fiend presiding in 
state over an assembly of his fallen peers? I think there is 
far greater artistic skill in showing us the face of nature, with 
all her varying moods, as it is seen through the eyes of the 
hero himself, than to present it to us in a minutely accurate 


and finished picture as it appears to the artist. There are 
two good illustrations of such misplaced descriptive passages 
in the "Princess." With the rumors that men had forced 
an entrance into the imaginary university town built by Ida 
and her band of fair students for the exclusive use of maidens, 
the Princess is described as: 

rising up, 
Robed in the long night of her deep hair, so 
To the open window moved, remaining there 
Fixt like a beacon tower above the waves 
Of tempest, when the crimson-rolling eye 
Glares ruin, and the wild birds on the light 
Dash themselves dead. 

Again take the picture of the 

Eight daughters of the plough, stronger than men, 

Huge women blowzed with health, and wind, and rain, 

And labor. Each was like a Druid rock ; 

Or like a spire of land that stands apart, 

Cleft from the main, and wail'd about with mews. 

There certainly is a stately grandeur and majestic sweep of 
word-music in these lines, a grandeur and majesty we look 
for in vain in Enoch Arden. But then does not the poet 
seem to have forced the note? Is there not here a sacrifice 
of truth to harmonious numbers and grand though defective 
simile? Is there not something incongruous in comparing 
these daughters of the plough, even though strong and 
blowzed with health, to spires of land that stand apart cleft 
from the main, and wail'd about with mews ; or in represent- 
ing the irate Princess as a beacon tower fixed above a tem- 
pestuous ocean, against whose crimson-rolling eye the sea- 
birds dash themselves to death? Such similes can hardly 
be said to have suggested themselves naturally to the poet's 
mind. They lack the truth and spontaneity of Milton's lines: 


On the other side, Satan, alarmed, 

Collecting all his might, dilated stood, 

Like Teneriffe or Atlas, unremoved; 

Llis stature reached the sky, and on his crest 

Sat Horror plumed. 
The real beauty of the descriptive passages in Enoch 
Arden is due to the fact that they seem to grow out of the 
thoughts and sentiments of the hero. As Mr. Tainsh has 
well expressed it, Tennyson does not first draw the man, and 
then draw nature around him ; but he enters into the man and 
sees nature through his eyes; nature, at the same time, so 
adapting herself to the moods of the man, that her spirit and 
his seem one. The truth of this remark in clearly exempli- 
fied in the passage which describes the worn-out, heavy- 
hearted Enoch, as, after his long years of painful exile, he 
returns again to the quiet seaport town to seek the wife and 
children whom he loved so dearly. 

There Enoch spoke no word to any one, 

But homeward — home — what home? had he a home? 

His home, he walk'd. Bright was that afternoon, 

Sunny but chill ; till drawn through either chasm 

Where either haven open'd on the deeps, 

Roll'd a sea-haze and whelm'd the world in gray. 

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On the nigh-naked tree the robin piped 
Disconsolate, and thro' the dripping haze 
The dead weight of the dead leaf bore it down : 
Thicker the drizzle grew, deeper the gloom ; 
Last, as it seem'd, a great mist-blotted light 
Flared upon him, and he came upon the place. 

Such a day we have all known ; no lofty flights of imagination 
are required to realize the picture. But then, how true ! how 
well it fits in with the feelings of the heart-sore, downcast 
sailor! The lights and shadows are not overdrawn. There 
is just enough of both to make the picture real. There is 
another passage in the poem that depicts the scenery of na- 


ture as it appeared to the lonely, shipwrecked mariner. It 
brings out in bold outline the principal features of the land- 
scape ; there is nothing introduced into the picture but what 
must have struck the eye of Enoch as he roamed around rest- 
lessly, "a shipwreck'd sailor, waiting for a sail." There is 
the "mountain wooded to the peak, the winding glades high 
up like ways to heaven," the glows and glories of equatorial 
seas, "the myriad shriek of wheeling ocean-fowl," the league- 
long roller thundering on the reef, the mournful whisper of 
the trees, the sweep of the mountain torrent dashing to the 
sea, the sunshine broken into shafts of scarlet light, 

The blaze upon the waters to the east; 
The blaze upon the island overhead; 
The blaze upon the waters to the west ; 
Then the great stars that globed themselves in 
'' heaven, 

I. The hollow-bellowing ocean, and again 
The scarlet shafts of sunrise — but no sail. 

But what impresses one most in reading this poem is the 
supernatural atmosphere in which the hero lives. There is 
none of the dark, distressing doubt, the blind groping and 
subtle, speculative reasoning of a crushed soul as found in 
"In Memoriam," but the simple, child-like, living faith of a 
plain Christian man. There is no Pantheism, no Universal- 
ism, but the calm, resigned, undoubting belief of Christian- 
ity, in the man who beneath the weight of sorrow prayed: 

"Too hard to bear! Why did they take me thence? 

O God Almighty, blessed Saviour, Thou 

That didst uphold me on my lonely isle, 

Uphold me, Father, in my loneliness 

A little longer! aid me, give me strength 

Not to tell her, never to let her know !" 

J. P. N., '09. 


The Olmnera as an interpreter flf Mature 

The first joyful tidings of Spring has just summoned us 
from the cheerful hearth and bid us cast aside our sealskin 
coat because the most beautiful season of joy and happiness 
is now replacing the cold and gloomy realm of winter. As 
we walk forth hand in hand with Mother Nature, her kind- 
ness permits us to walk upon green velvety carpet be- 
sprinkled with early morning dew which shines in the grow- 
ing sunshine like a veil of silver gossamer; whilst o'er our 
heads, still fragrant with the sweet odors of night, green 
banners, reaching far into the azure above, unfurl their fresh 
foliage in the morning breeze. Flowers bud forth, vying 
with each other for supremacy in gaudy variations and pre- 
senting one of the most beautiful and unique designs of 
floral pattern that ever the eye of man beheld. All this 
beauty lying within the horizon of the human eye, is but a 
mere unperfected negative compared with the real picture 
which nature has reserved for the close observer and keen 

All the beauties of the forest and floral kingdom are 
transitory, mere passing visions, but with the aid of our 
trusty camera they may be made ours permanently. We 
may, in December, retire to our photographic gallery and 
see the beautiful pear trees blossom, the graceful daisies 
lowering their heads to the winds of March, the stately dan- 
delions standing refreshed after the cooling showers of April, 
the tall, white cotton plants bending gracefully as September 
robs them of their beauty. Or in June see the snow-clad 
houses shine forth with a full December's moon adding 
lustre to the brightness of the surroundings, their snow torn 
and piled high in huge drifts by the fast passing blizzard, 
and note the stately forms of yonder pines rising in the crisp 
air above, like majestic sentinels clad in immaculate gar- 
ments, their boughs bedecked with myriads of icicles that 
shine in the mellow moonlight like colossal jewels. Turning 
our gaze from this picture to the scene without, we note the 


beautiful flowers, the meandering brook ; the orchard now 
filled with luscious fruit giving to the pink blooming crape 
myrtle trees an odor more pleasant than that issuing from 
Arabia's most precious chest. Or again, we may sit in our 
studio and view the stately mountains rising high above their 
surroundings and crowned with white caps, surrounded by 
masses of silver lined, golden edged clouds floating grace- 
fully about their most elevated peaks, like the white veil of 
a bride caught in the soft breeze of pleasant June. Often 
we think of and refer to the mountains as the great reser- 
voirs of the world's supply of water. Such thoughts are de- 
grading. The mountains are the aristocracy of the land- 
scape; the place where God, the infinite judge of fitness, 
deemed the best, the most suited place to give to corrupted 
man His everlasting words of command, as also He chose a 
mountain as the place where Noah would first place his foot 
on regenerate soil. 

Let us convey our camera into the quiet fields and there 
take a few pictures of nature's prettiest yet shyest birds. 
Presently we see a small robin, the first one of the season, 
fluttering aimlessly about the bushes, warbling sweet notes 
of welcome to the refreshing warmth of the rising sun. 
When we get his picture and let our eyes rest upon his 
breast a pathetic incident of sorrowful times may, perchance, 
be called to our mind: how when Jesus Christ strove under 
the weight of His heavy cross up the steep incline tending 
towards the summit of Mt. Calvary, a robin picked a thorn 
from His sacred head and the red blood flowed down upon 
the bird's tender breast staining it red. Soon we see several 
doves hurriedly retreating before the lens of our camera; as 
our eyes follow the retreating doves we discover a covey of 
quail drinking from the sparkling water of the murmuring 

If we have a friend travelling in foreign countries with 
his faithful camera he may bring us back the most sublime, 
the most historical, or the most sacred scenes of Europe, 
and we, sitting in the pleasant groves of dear old fatherland, 
may let our mind travel with the pictures and thus make a 


tour of the continent that will prove an interesting and bene- 
ficial substitute for the actual trip and will eliminate all the 
inconveniences and necessary hardships that invariably ac- 
company such an extended trip. We may sit beside our 
noiseless little streamlet and see Niagara pour her five million 
tons of angry water over her frothing precipice each hour — 
Niagara, the scene that cannot be described by mortal man 
because its sublime grandeur far surpasses the descriptive 
powers of limited language, because it stands paramount in 
the catalogue of nature's wonders, because he who stands 
for the first time uncovered in its mighty presence hastens to 
make obeisance which every Christian owes to Him who 
created such wonders ; yet our trusty camera will place in 
correct detail the supremely sublime creation of an Infinite 

There are few sights more enchanting than a forest 
when it is ice coated and snow crowned; when the sun has 
finished its westward journey and lingers momentarily above 
the horizon, shining through all, touching with glowing crim- 
son fires the glittering crystals of unmelted ice. 

The mist slowly gathers o'er the trees and descends 
upon the lowly shrub, a filmy shroud as though an apple tree 
had reversed the order of nature's immutable laws and had 
blossomed out of due time ; but the bloom is cold, and it 
bears no fruit, save the fruit of a great joy and the quick 
heaving of an appreciative breast at a sight so full of wonder. 
Your faithful lens will record in permanent form the dis- 
solving frost fringes and mountains of piled ice, and will hold 
them for you as though winter had an eternal reign. 

R. D. REID, '09. 


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5:15 P. M. 

So old in years, from study lean, 
Of Spring Hill students I'm the dean. 
Though many changes here I've seen, 
One thing unchanged has ever been ; 
In winter gray or summer green, 
That bell must ring at 5:15. 

My wisdom from the past I glean. 
In cyclone's rage or air serene, 
Mid thunder's roar and lightning sheen, 
Let fire and earthquake mar the scene, 
Whate'er betide this globe terrene, 
That bell must ring at 5 :15. 



Horatius' sword won deathless fame upon the bridge of Rome, 

And George's little hatchet has won renown at home, 

And William Tell shot arrows well nor bowed to Gessler's 

But these heroes are discounted by Casey at the Bat. 

While Teddy with a big stick in the jungle jabs the gnu, 
And Carrie Nation's hatchet goes bars and mirrors through, 
The screechers on the bleachers care nothing for all that, 
For their hero wields a sceptre — mighty Casey at the Bat. 


(Another ^sgrnrl uf Stepg Hnllflw 

On a certain very warm morning in early June, the 
scholars of Sleepy Hollow school — the studious plodder, as 
well as the loitering straggler — were surprised when the 
Master announced a half-holiday for the afternoon. The 
smaller boys thought that Ichabod was sick, that the close- 
ness of the morning had made him unwell ; the older and 
wiser ones knew the nature of the illness — a pining in heart 
at being absent from the peerless Katrina Van Tassel. 

A half-holiday in the lives of the Sleepy Hollow scholars 
was a very rare happening, and like all coming events, it cast 
some shadows before. There were lessons suddenly forgot- 
ten, secret whisperings, jubilant nudging of neighboring 
ribs, and festive plannings ; in a word, universal neglect for 
all school-room pursuits. In this way passed the early hour. 

When recess came, and the boys romped in the yard, or 
waded in the near-by brook, Ichabod stood at the window 
and gazed far over the meadows, picturesque with grazing 
cattle and sheep, to the farm-house of the Van Tassels. Many 
were the plans of conquest his busy brain formed, as he 
stood there in his day-dream. At length, the thread of his 
pleasant fancies was rudely snapped, by the noise made to 
call the scholars in again. The make-shift bell that sounded 
the summons was nothing more than a barrel-stave, slapped 
stoutly against the school-house door, by the privileged and 
sufficiently sturdy brother of Katrina, Wilhelm Van Tassel. 

The shadows of the early morning hour fell again, and 
more deeply, after recess. Many a lad who, on another day, 
would have all but died of fright at his frown, now recklessly 
drew pictures of the Master, chased by the Headless Horse- 
man. Others, again, with more humor than art, gave mus- 
taches and several kinds of whiskers to the pictures in their 
books of the "Father of his Country." In such delightful 
pastimes, the last hour of the morning session went by. 

At noon, Ichabod quickly dismissed his charges, for he 
was as eager to go as they were. One or two unfortunates, 


over whom a punishment was hanging for mischief done the 
the day before, waited behind. Even on a holiday, they 
dared not go home without receiving the merited whipping. 
The day was too warm, and the Master too full of the joys 
of a wooer, to administer it; so, although he put it off for a 
day, he was too conscientious to cancel it altogether. As- 
suring the trembling urchins that it was still in store for 
them, he let them go. Next, he made fast his temple of 
learning, with stakes at the windows and a withe in the 
door-handle, and with his favorite book in hand, went down 
the hill to the brook. 

Sauntering leisurely along its green banks, with his 
thoughts now on Katrina, now on the story, for he was a 
true lover of both, he at length found a quiet retreat, shady 
and cool, at the foot of a spreading beech. Here he sat 
down, and opening the book was soon lost in the story which 
last evening's twilight had made him leave unfinshed. 

The story, while not of goblins, spectres or witches, was, 
withal, of strange and far-away times ; of days when the de- 
scendants of the valiant and wooden-legged Stuyvestant lived 
in quaint houses along the banks of the Hudson. The hero 
was a lazy, thriftless fellow, a lover of rod and gun, who let 
his farm go to ruin, to fish in the mountain streams and 
tramp with his dog through swamp and woodland. This 
happy-go-lucky personage took Ichabod's fancy, and to his 
doings, more than to those of the others, he attended with 
great interest. How he pitied him, when, after a day's jaunt 
in the woods, with never a partridge or a squirrel to appease, 
he came home at night and faced a termagant wife. 

How the Master loved him for his love of the woods 
and streams, but most of all, for the likeness between them — 
his delight to tell stories to children, and help out on the 
farms of his neighbors. 

Ichabod had ever been well treated at the hands of the 
farmers' wives at whose houses he stayed. We can, there- 
fore, put down to inexperience this brave wish which he ut- 
tered aloud on that still, sleepy afternoon, as the wrongs of 
his hero burned on the page before him. 


"Poor Rip!" he exclaimed. "I only wish I was living 
then. I would have shown that quarrelsome wife of yours 
who was master. She might have scolded me once, by mis- 
take, but never a second time!" 

He had just expressed himself of this wish, when he was 
answered from the bushes that grew beside him. 

"Not so fast, my friend," said a voice. "Even the brave 
Nicholas Vedder, owner of the inn, fled before her." 

Ichabod, doubting his ears, turned. As he gazed, a half- 
starved dog came through, followed by a man with a gun on 
his shoulder. If Ichabod was startled to hear the voice, he 
was surprised beyond all description when, on looking at the 
dog and man he saw they resembled in a remarkable manner 
the heroes of his story. For a moment neither spoke. When 
at last the spell of wonder that held him speechless was 
broken, Ichabod addressed the stranger. 

"I am Ichabod Crane, Schoolmaster of Sleepy Hollow. 
You will pardon me if I say you resemble the hero of the 
story I am just now reading. Can it be that you are Rip Van 
Winkle of the Kaatskills?" 

Without heeding the stranger who was about to answer. 
Ichabod began to laugh outright at what seemed to him such 
an outlandish, foolish question. 

"The idea !" he thought, "here in broad daylight, years 
after the events of the story, in a spot familiar to me for 
many a day, to think a man could step out of a story and 
speak with me." 

Again he laughed at his folly. 

"Yet," he continued," there is the man and the dog. The 
very form of Rip, the henpecked husband, and Wolf, his 
companion in persecution." 

The stranger was courteous and considerate, and at the 
same time very business-like. When he saw that the school- 
master was too astonished to listen to an answer to his ques- 
tion, he bent over the stream and refreshed himself with a 
drink, his dog following his example. When he had finished, 
he turned again to Ichabod, from whose face much of the 
astonishment had disappeared. 


"Yes," he began, "I am Rip of the Kaatskills, and the 
dog you see is Wolf. We have been tramping all day, and 
feeling thirsty, I came to the brook for a drink. I overheard 
your words, and in a friendly way, answered them." 

Then Rip went on to tell what a terror the Dame was, 
and how many men, braver than the schoolmaster, had fallen 
in battle before her. But Ichabod, with a courage that is at 
hand when danger is far off, stoutly averred that "she would 
not give me a beating with a broom-stick." 

Rip only listened to this declaration of independence 
with a pitying smile. This piqued the schoolmaster, so he 
planned to surprise his new acquaintance. With the week- 
ness of all country school-masters for a display of their 
learning, Ichabod proceeded to unfold his treasures, delved 
from Wisdom's many mines. He recited, translated ana 
composed epitaphs, discoursed on superstition and witch- 
craft, sprinkling all his utterances with words of "learned 
length." The effort, however, was wasted on Rip. With 
the pride of a patriot, Rip told of his own schoolmaster, Der- 
rick Van Bummel, who was not afraid of "the most gigantic 
word in the dictionary." 

Ichabod's heart, as we know, was full of another subject, 
dearer by far, than the fame of learning. Soon, therefore, 
Katrina and her charms were mentioned. How eloquent the 
Master became when telling these ! How he eclipsed all the 
language and fervor displayed in his discourse on witchcraft 
and superstition. He described, in turn, the farm, pigeons, 
poultry and porkers. Sweeping his arm in a circle, he 
showed the extent of the fat meadow lands and orchards. 
"All these," he said, "will be mine with Katrina." 

Rip smiled at the enthusiasm of Ichabod, but like a sur- 
geon who cuts not to pain but to cure, he begged the school- 
master to take his advice on marrying. 

"Your fairy Katrina," he said, "whom you think now 
such a winsome princess, may, after marriage, become a 
greater tyrant than any god-mother. When I was young I 
loved one who, I thought, would make me a paradise on 
earth. I had a house which I could call my own. I had 


liberty to go, come or stay. I could hunt and fish, when, 
where and how long I pleased." 

Here Rip paused to think on the good old times. 

"I married. Now the Dame owns the house. I left a 
paradise that was real for one that was only a dream In- 
stead of a smile and a fond look, she greets me with a scold- 
ing or a broomstick." 

_ Rip sighed here as he dwelt on his hard fortunes. Rais- 
ing his eyes to the west, he leaped to his feet. The sun had 
all but sunk. Without bidding the schoolmaster good-bye 
he plunged into the bushes with the greatest hurry, muttering 
as he disappeared, "the broomstick will be my welcome to- 
night if I am not home before dark." 

Darkness was now falling fast on woodland, stream and 
hill. An owl just then flew near, and taking the prostrate 
form of Ichabod for a tree, was about to perch on him when 
seeing its mistake, it gave a loud, frightened hoot, and darted 
into the woods. The cry woke Ichabod from his dream 
Catching a faint glimpse of the gray body in the dusk, he 
thought it was one of the many spectres of the Hollow and 
the hoot a call to some kindred spirit of the air With a 
scream of terror, he leaped to his feet and ran for the nearest 
farm-house. Reaching it, he flung himself on the porch 
where he was found at bed-time, still gasping, and half dead 
trom fneht. 

l s J 

JOHN MURRAY, Second English. 


North Carolina, "the Land of the Sky," as it is justly 
called, lying guarded by its chain of verdant mountains, which 
slope gracefully to the west, is the emerald of the south. At 
the foot of one of these mountains was a little village. It lay 
amidst four towering hills which covered it with their deep 
shades at sunset. Many years ago in that village was an old 
man known only as Uncle Neb. Often at sunset he and I 
were wont to go and sit on a beetling rock on Snake Mt. to 
see the sun between two hills shoot its tongues of golden 
flames to the sky and bathe the village in its golden light. 
But soon it sank back of those smoky hills. For a long time 
the misty crests of those hills kissed the fiery heavens, and 
soon the village slept encircled by the wreath of night. One 
day I woke up early in the morning, for Uncle Neb had prom- 
ised to conduct me to a wonderful cascade called Silver Dew. 
The sun had not yet risen from its golden bed. The sky was 
tinged with gold and purple, and the ever misty mountains 
waited for their King to rise. I went to Uncle Neb's cabin 
and lightly tapped at the door. Soon after Uncle Neb came 
out with a heavy walking stick. "The road is rough and the 
way long," he said. The east was all afire. The once mist- 
enveloped guards were huge boulders of gold in the sunlit 
east. Tongues of flames were in the sky and there dancing 
in all their golden glory on the horizon was the cause of all 
this beauty. Uncle Neb led me through hills steep and 
rough, through tall forests and murmuring brooks. At last 
we came to a place where a small stream, trickling through 
moss-covered rocks, ran babbling its gentle tones. "This is 
Guavanoe's Brook," he said. I wanted to know why it was 
called Guavanoe's Brook. "Well," he said, "there is an old 
legend here that Guavanoe, one of the Indian deities, carried 
in a bag which was his inseparable companion, molten silver 
with which at early morn he sprinkled the leaves and flowers 
to make them beautiful. One morning when the sun had 
barely risen he went out to sprinkle the little violets growing 


near a precipice, when, heedless of his steps, he stumbled and 
fell into the abyss and was killed. But at the fall the bag 
which held the silver was opened and the metal leaking out, 
mingled with the waters that trickled through the stones and 
tumbling into the abyss below, formed a cataract of sparkling 
silved. The body of Guavanoe was turned into a spring 
which bubbled forth, mingling its pearly waters with the 
sparkling cataract." Seeing he had finished I ventured to 
ask: "Unci Neb, where is the cataract?" "I will show 
you," he said. Then going down a steep incline we arrived 
at an open space where the rushing of waters was heard. 
Then crawling through some underbrush we arrived at an 
open space where I beheld the most beautiful natural spec- 
tacle I had ever seen. Far back in the distance the stream 
takes its rise and works its way through a bed choked up 
with stones and reeds until it finally collects its waters near 
the precipice and hurls them with wonderful rapidity over 
the moss-covered brink into the sleeping valley below. Down 
beneath the brink over which the sparkling waters plunge, 
there is a bed of shining stones so kissed by the falling waters 
that it gives the stream the appearance rather of flowing silver 
than of water. The soothing sound of the fall of the waters 
had a dreamy effect and would easily lull one to sleep. The 
stream breaks among the silvery rocks and goes in different 
ways ; each fork following its gentle path of moss-covered 
pebbles gently murmuring, 'Guavan-oe-Guavanoe,' until the 
beauteous hand of nature unites the various forks, thus 
bringing them back to follow one shining course, through the 
emerald valley beyond. 

Perhaps you would like the stream when it first leaves its 
cool home among the rocks and murmuring follows its rocky 
way to the brink of the fall, then gathering all its strength 
plunges into the rocks beneath. But what I most admired 
was the place where the water drops and bubbles and plays 
among the rocks like so many little children at their games. 
Indeed I was tempted to put my hand in the brook, expecting 
to bring out a handful of shining metal, only to cool it in the 
blood of Guavanoe. 


We staid there a long while watching the sunlight glitter 
on the whispering waters. The place where the pearly 
waters fell was smooth and apparently not deep, but further 
down, Uncle Neb said, they had no bottom. After we had 
rested for a long while we set out for the mist-enveloped 
hills in the distance. We arrived home when the sun was 
bidding farewell to the fast ebbing day. The smoky tops of 
the hills were not seen, for the clouds settled heavy on them 
to-day. The heavens to the east were devoid of clouds, but 
to the west fleecy ones were rolling fast. The sun had set 
behind two giant pillars when we came to Snake Mt. The 
village housetops were enveloped in smoke and I was in a 
hurry to go home, for I knew that it was time for me to be 
there. But as I went I fancied I heard the murmuring of the 
brook and the gurgling spring gently murmuring Guavanoe. 




The whippoor-will sings loud and shrill, 

The lake gleams 'neath the pines, 
Sweet perfumes from the rose distill, 

But I am — writing lines. 
Nor bird, nor lake, nor odor sweet 

Can help my pen along, 
But when this hundred I complete, 

Myself will sing a song. 
I'll sing of woodland beauty gay 

And happy schoolboy hours — 
Those lines ! I've nothing more to say 

Of birds or lakes or flowers. 

D. A. NEELY, '10. 


The fabulous restoration of a swarm of bees is beauti- 
fully told in the fourth book of Virgil's Georgics. The legend 
of Aristaeus and his bees is familiar to every student of the 
classics, comprising, as it does, the triumph of Orpheus' 
lyre over the will of the ruling deity of the infernal regions. 
It is a favorite allusion of poets, and has been used exten- 
sively by them, notably by Pope and Dryden. For the bene- 
fit of those who have not read this passage, I think it not 
inappropriate to offer them an opportunity of reading the fruit 
of our labor. Aristaeus, the shepherd of the Penian Valley, 
at the opening of the story is standing on the banks of the 
river Peneus. He had lost his bees, and was praying to his 
nymph-mother for assistance. "O mother! O Mother Cy- 
rene, whence comes this dire misfortune? Why have the 
cruel fates destroyed my bees, the sole pleasure of my life? 
Assist me, tell me what to do. Of what profit is my divine 
parentage to me now?" In her chamber below the bed of the 
river, Cyrene, amidst her sister nymphs, engaged in weav- 
ing fleecy wool, whilst Clymene narrates the love stories of 
the gods. The wailing of Aristaeus startles them and much 
confusion ensues. Arethusa, the first to find the origin of 
the disturbance, lifts her head above the surface of the waters, 
and finding Aristaeus on the banks, thus addressed Cyrene : 
"O sister Cyrene, not in vain have you been frightened. There 
on the banks stands your beloved son, Aristaeus, weeping, 
and calling you cruel." This message caused the mother to 
fear. She at once ordered Arethusa to conduct her son to 
her, and commanded the waters of the river to separate, and 
thus afford him a passage to her abode. Conducted by Are- 
thusa, he advanced and gazed in admiration on the wonderful 
palace of his mother and her watery chambers. He saw 
great caves and rumbling lakes. He saw Barathrum, the 
enormous reservoir from which all the rivers of the earth are 
fed. He saw the source of the Enipeus, the Tiber and the 
river Po, the king of rivers. He entered the chamber of his 


mother, and having rehearsed to her the reasons of his grief, 
is consoled by her. A banquet is spread for himself and his 
mother by the nymphs, in the course of which Cyrene offers 
a libation to the Ocean. The sacrificial omens are propitious 
to her plans for the relief of her son, and she thus discloses 
them to him: "There resides in the Carpathian Gulf a seer, 
Proteus by name, the herder of Neptune, the same that roams 
the deep in his chariot drawn by monsters, half fish and half 
horse. He now lingers along the coast of his fatherland, 
Macedonia. All the nymphs and even the aged Nereus him- 
self venerate him. He knows all things, past, present and 
future. You must, O son, summon up courage enough to 
bind him with chains. Unless you do this you will obtain 
no information from him. Again, after you have chained 
him, he will try to escape by deceitful wiles. He will change 
himself into a tiger, lioness, into flowing water and hissing 
flames. But you, O son, fear not ; hold fast to the chains. 
Finally he will resume the form of man and speak." With 
these final injunctions, Cyrene arose from the banquet board, 
and mother and son departed for the abode of the wonderful 
prophet. On the way Cyrene thus spoke : "You know, O 
son, that Proteus comes from the water, and after counting 
his uncouth herd, takes a short rest on the banks. Then do 
you rush on him and bind him." They finally reach the 
spot, conceal themselves, and thus await the arrival of Pro- 
teus. In due time the prophet made his appearance, counted 
his seals and stretched his wearied limbs for a short repose. 
Aristaeus scarcely allowed him to fall asleep before he rushed 
upon him, and after a sharp struggle, securely chained him. 
But Proteus, not unmindful of his wiles, resorts to them in 
vain. Finally resuming the form of man he thus spoke : "O 
bold youth, why hast thou come hither? Why hast thou 
entered my abode without permission, and who ordered you 
to come hither?" "You know only too well why I am here, 
O Proteus," answered Aristaeus. "You know too well. You 
cannot be deceived. Neither must you endeavor to deceive 
me. I came here to consult the oracle and ascertain the 
cause of my misfortune." At this reply the seer grew angry ; 


he rolled his eyes ominously, savagely gnashed his teeth, and 
spoke thus: "O youth, you are the author of great crimes. 
The anger of Orpheus pursues you. His wife, fleeing from 
you, met an untimely death. And Orpheus sang of his lost 
wife from daybreak to sunset. He even entered the realms of 
Tartarus, and there addressed the hard-hearted king who 
knows not how to pity. But he sang a song, and from the 
depths of Hell the shades of the dead flocked around him. 
The punishments of Hell were suspended at the wondrous 
music, and thus he won his Eurydice from death. But on 
his return from the under-world, Orpheus, overmastered by 
his love, forgot his promise, and looked back upon his be- 
loved wife. Then all was lost. Eurydice cold in death was 
again borne to the regions of the dead no more to be re- 
gained. He wept for seven whole months in succession over 
the loss of his wife. No other love ever tempted him. He 
always remained true to the memory of his dead wife. The 
Ciconian maidens, envious of his fidelity to his first wife, tore 
him to pieces." Proteus having thus disclosed the cause of 
his misfortunes, leaped suddenly into the sea and left Aris- 
taeus alone with his mother. Cyrene bade him offer four 
bulls in sacrifice to the shades of Orpheus and Eurydice, and 
to place the carcasses of the animals in the grove. Aristaeus 
executed the will of his mother. He sacrificed the bulls and 
re-visited the grove after nine days. To his amazement, bees 
were swarming from the putrified bodies of the animals ; and 
some were hanging in clusters on the branches of the trees 
in the vicinity. 

F. MEYER, '12. 



13fUj Ummjcr 

My lawyer's name I fain would tell, 
If thou wouldst hear. Thou first full well 
Must know the court, the cause he pleads; 
And then his aid for thine own needs 
Procure. But what's the fee, he asks? 
Not more than what is due : slight tasks 
Of love for his own poor will serve, 
Kind words that cheer his love deserve. 
The cause he pleads? Men hate its name 
And, that recalling, fear and shame 
Surge high : yet shamed, we shall appear 
Before our Judge ; from Him we'll hear 
Our sentence dread — or death in Hell 
Or life eternal. Ponder well. 
The lawyer, Christ, my cause sustains ; 
And though each sin deserves its pains, 
He links together deeds long past 
When Love and Pity stood aghast 
At tales of woe, and Mercy sought 
Relief for pain : e'en quick as thought 
These works were done. These set me free, 
"Come," I hear, "O come to Me." 

J. C. D. 



Tl\t S$pxin% Hill mmizm 


The Students of Spring Hill College 


Address all communications to 

TIte Spring Hill toiiEui 

Spring Hill College, mobile, Ala. 




f C.A. Olivier, '09 

College Notes - - - . . ,_ -».,„,„ , 

I J. E. Duggan, '10 

Societies T. V. Craven, '09 

Athletics - R. D. reid, '09 

Alumni -. C. H. Adams, '09 

Exchanges * A. J. touart, '09 


1 K. P. Leche, 'ii 

J. P. Nelson, '09 J. T. Wagner, '09 


The venerable tradition of a May altar in the study hall 
continues to be observed with all the splendor of former 
times. There are always skillful hands to plan, drape and 
decorate, there are willing workers to prepare the potted 
plants and to care for them indoors and out, and when it is 


question of Mary's Shrine there is occasion for limiting con- 
tributions in cash rather than for urging to generosity. 

This time-honored custom gains in force and meaning 
with each recurring May. The protecting power of the 
Mother of God seems nearer and more gracious when we 
look upon her statue surrounded by decorations which are 
the offerings of sincere and loving attachment to her honor. 
The setting of greenery, flowers and lamps does not merely 
please the eye and relieve the bare monotony of the halL 
It represents no mere sentimental or showy devotion, for 
there before the altar is the May Card{ with the daily record 
of good work accomplished made known by those mystical 
letters, small or large, that are so feared or coveted. The 
Card is the memorial tablet that gives value and meaning to 
the care and labor, the art and gifts that are lavished on the 

The Review desires to place on record the names of the 
kind and thoughtful friends who have supplied the sacred 
vessels, vestments and altar furnishings of our temporary 
chapels. The timely arrival of the needed articles was much 
appreciated by both Fathers and students and deserves to be 
recorded with gratitude : 

V. Rev. Fr. O'Callaghan, Mobile; Visitation Convent, 
Mobile; Friend, per Rev. W. Tyrrell, S. J.; Nazareth Con- 
vent, Nazareth, Ky. ; Sacred Heart Convent, St. James, La.; 
Sisters of Perpetual Adoration, New Orleans ; Rev. N. Hughes, 
St. Mary's Church, New York City; Rev. A. Biever, S. J., 
New Orleans; Sr. LaSalette, New Haven; Sisters of Mercy, 
Mobile; Mrs. T. Byrne, Spring Hill; Miss B. Byrne, Spring 
Hill; Rev. J. Winkelried, Selma; Miss Fallon, New Orleans; 
Sisters of Mercy, Macon, Ga. ; Rosary Academy, New Or- 
leans; St. Clara Academy, Yazoo City, Miss.; Mrs. Van Heu- 
vel, Mobile; Sisters of the Holy Family, New Orleans; Mr. 
W. F. Walsh, Mobile; Miss A. Le Sassier, New Orleans ,- 
Miss A. del Barco, Mobile; Mr. J. A. Ryan, Mobile; Mrs. 
Brown, Spring Hill ; Miss J. Sheriden and Miss J. McCreary, 


Macon, Ga. ; Mr. Chas. Eble, Jr., New Orleans; Sacred Heart 
Convent, Providence, R. I.; Mrs. Kearns, Louisville, Ky. 

The new review America goes on increasing in interest 
each week. The form and type, style and matter are in ac- 
cordance with the broad and lofty aims which were announced 
in the beginning. America being Catholic rightly interests 
us in the Church everywhere, and gives information on points 
which formerly were brought to our notice by writers and 
critics hostile to the Church. We expect in the future that 
we will be able to turn to this paper for information on issues 
and questions that are of importance in our own surroundings. 

The recent beatification of Joan of Arc has placed the 
aureola of sanctity on the head of one who for five centuries 
has been regarded as the greatest heroine of secular history. 
Called by Voices from heaven to be the deliverer of her coun- 
try, her wisdom in council and her skill and courage in the 
field wrought the deliverance of France from a foreign yoke, 
while her success bore testimony to her inspiration from on 
high, and her purity and virtue attested that the grace of God 
was in her. Her innocence, virtue, success and supernatural 
guidance were, however, no protection against the cruelty of 
an ungenerous foe. Her name was given over to calumny 
and her body to the stake. But time has accomplished her 
vindication. Christendom has long honored her heroism and 
the Church has now added her official sanction to the religious 
veneration of her memory. She has found able and enthusi- 
astic defenders outside her country and even outside the fold 
of the faith she professed; she is the admiration not only of 
her people but of the civilized world, and in her religion has 
crowned the brow of patriotism. 

Her virtue and her valor were the product of religion, 
and France has not forgotten the lesson she taught. The 
Maid of Orleans, raised to the honors of the altar, will aid her 
countrymen to appreciate the baseness and depravity of the 
petty despoilers and degenerate sectaries, who to-day on their 
own soil revive the calumnies and taunts of the ancient ene- 
mies of France. 


Immtti Utaies 

Some of our old students have found in the accident of 
Jan. 18 an occasion of renewing their connection with the 
College, and it was one of the happy results of the alarmist 
reports that many of our Alumni scattered over the country 
kad their interest and sympathy aroused, and some, who ap- 
parently had lost sight of their old college home, hastened to 
send kind messages, which proved that Spring Hill had a 
lasting place in their affections. 

aiajrtaitt TO. ffellg, |r. r Ninth: ft- S. (toatrg 

When about to start for Manila to join his regiment, 
Capt. Kelly read about the fire in the New York papers and 
immediately wrote to the President making inquiries about 
the Fathers, especially those who were here in 1889: "I am 
delighted to learn from the New York Sun that the first re- 
ports of the fire at the College were greatly exaggerated, and 
that it was not only not destroyed but not even seriously 
enough damaged to require its being closed. I have always 
had a warm spot in my heart for Spring Hill and look back 
most gratefully upon the time I spent there during the forma- 
tive period of my life. Had I not won the appointment to 
West Point, I should have remained and, I hope, graduated. 
I was a student of the College in '89, and there may be some 
of the faculty there now, who were there in my day. Dear 
old Fr. Lonergan and Fathers Wagner, Tyrrell, Porta, Twell- 
meyer — how I should like to see them all again on the old 

Since Captain Kelly last saw Spring Hill he has had a 
varied and world-wide experience as a soldier. After gradu- 
ation from West Point he served in Arizona and New Mexico, 
and during the Spanish-American war went to Cuba and 
Porto Rico. In 1898 he was ordered back to West Point as 
an instructor in French and Spanish, and in 1903 was ap- 
pointed Associate Professor of Modern Languages for a 


period of four years. In 1905 Captain Kelly accompanied 
Mrs. Taft to the Orient as aide-de-camp and official inter- 
preter. The Captain is a native of Brownsville, Texas, and 
paid a visit to his old home before his recent departure for 
the Philippines. 

Henry Phillips entered Spring Hill in January, 1857, Y 
coming from De Soto Parish, La. Mr. Phillips writes under 
date of Jan. 22 from Poplar Bluff, Mo., where he is head of 
a law firm, that he intends to send his son to the College. 
"I saw in one of the St. Louis papers that the college had 
been destroyed by fire. Please tell me if the course of study 
and discipline are about the same as when I was a student. 
If so, they are good enough for anybody. Offering my sin- 
cere regrets for the destruction of the building, I hope that in 
the near future everything will be restored as before." 

We had the pleasure of a visit from Mr. A. E. Hebert, 
'97, and his bride on their return from a trip to the North. 
The marriage of Mr. Hebert to Miss Beatrice Berthelot took 
place January 6, at the Church of Our Lady of Lourdes, New 

An event of great local interest was celebrated on April 
11, in St. Joseph's Church, Mobile, when Miss Emily Staub, 
daughter of Professor Staub of Spring Hill, was married to 
Mr. Joseph Parslow, who was graduated a year ago. There 
being no church at present attached to the College, the cere- 
mony was performed by the V. Rev. Fr. Twellmeyer, S. J., at 
St. Joseph's. Mr. R. Levert, 'C8. acted as best man, and Mr. 
T. Burns and S. Simon, classmates of the groom, assisted at 
the ceremony. With the good wishes of all, the couple 
started for their future home at Tampa, Fla. 

Judge John St. Paul, who in 1900 was elected Judg<T"of 
the Civil District Court for a term of twelve years, has been 
appointed Judge of the Court of Appeals by Gov. Sanders of 


Louisiana. Judge St. Paul was born in Mobile about forty- 
two years ago, his father being Major Henry St. Paul, com- 
mander of St. Paul's Battalion, which was one of the most 
gallant cavalry troops of the civil war. After attending the 
parochial schools of Mobile, Judge St. Paul went to Spring 
Hill College, from which he graduated in 1884 with the degree 
of Bachelor of Arts. He matriculated at Tulane University 
and graduated with the degree of LL.D. in 1886. During the 
time that he was pursuing his studies he was in the office of 
Thomas J. Semmes, one of the most brilliant lights that the 
Louisiana bar has ever seen. 

We have received notice since our last number of the 
death of a former student of the College, J. A. Bousquet, who 
was for many years a well known person on the Gulf coast, 
having been elected Mayor of Biloxi for three consecutive 
terms. Mr. Bousquet was born in New Orleans in 1845 and 
entered Spring Hill College in 1859. About ten years ago he 
retired from the large business interests which he had in 
Biloxi. His death took place in New Orleans. 

On Dec. 8, at Montgomery, Ala., died C. D. Sands, who 
came to the College as a student in 1860-'61. He was a son 
of Colonel R. M. Sands of the Third Alabama Regiment, 
which rendered distinguished service during the civil war. 




The lack of a hall prevented both the Junior Academy 
play at half session, and the usual farce presented by the 
Senior Academy, still the undaunted dudes of Sandtown 
marched to the sound of the drum across the college campus 
to the stage on the Senior Basketball alley. Jas. R. Garber 
appeared as the Interlocutor of the occasion. W. Dugan as 
the most ragged representative of Sandtown deserves especial 
mention for the rendering of his part. The song entitled 
"Broke, Broke, Absolutely Broke," was hailed with marked 
appreciation by the audience. So was that of "What's the 
Use?" by L. Lavretta. 

March the nineteenth was celebrated more solemnly than 
usual, as it marked the return of Right Reverend Bishop E. P. 
Allen, of Mobile, from his visit to Rome and the Holy Land. 
Rev. Fr. O'Connor welcomed him to Spring Hill College in 
behalf of the Faculty. The Right Reverend Bishop then 
spoke of his travels to Rome and Palestine; to Rome in order 
to be confirmed in his dioecese by our most Holy Father the 
Pope ; to Palestine as a Pilgrimage to the sacred places where 
our Blessed Lord lived, suffered and died. Mr. Jas. R. Garber 
welcomed the Bishop in behalf of the students. He received 
deserved applause and was rewarded by the Bishop with an 
indulgenced Cross. The Bishop then gave us a holiday in 
which to duly celebrate his return to his diocese. 

Reverend Fr. E. Mattern, President of the Jesuits of New 


Orleans, was a visitor to the college at the time of the fire, 
but was forced to leave from lack of accommodations. A 
few days later Reverend Fathers Montillot, Hugh and Ken- 
nedy left Spring Hill College for Macon. They were brought 
from the College grounds to Mobile in Mr. Van Heuvel's 
automobile amid the cheers of the College students. 

On Tuesday, March 23rd, Archbishop Blenk, of New 
Orleans, Bishop Van De Van of Nachitoches, and members 
of the clergy from various parts of the state, and a crowd of 
two thousand five hundred people witnessed the laying of the 
corner stone of the New St. Charles College at Grand Coteau 
amid impressing ceremonies. On the same day work was be- 
gun on the rebuilding and extension of the burned parts of 
Spring Hill College. 

On Jan. 27th, 1909, Mr. Henry Kevlin, Sr., one of the 
leading merchants of Honduras, died at the home of his sister 
in Algiers at 9:05 P. M., after a brief illness. Mr. Kevlin 
was born in Plaquemine, Iberville Parish, La., forty-six years 
ago, but had resided in Algiers before going to Central Amer- 
ica a few years ago, where he engaged in the hardwood in- 
dustry. He was very successful and soon became one of the 
leading merchants there. He was also interested in the con- 
struction of one of the largest railroads in that country. Two 
of his sons, Wallace and Henry, attended and graduated from 
Spring Hill College last year. Edward Kevlin will be a mem- 
ber of the graduating class of 1910. The Review extends its 
sympathies to the bereaved family. 

The Register of March 4th has the following: "Mr. Ben. 
Trigg, Secretary to Superintendent of Transportation Rendall 
of the Mobile & Ohio Railroad, recently received from a lady 
friend traveling in India, a number of post cards, and what 
was his surprise to find one of the Spring Hill College Lake. 
The card, dated Jan. 31st, was posted at Darjeeling in the 
Himalayas in the northern part of India. The following mes- 
sage was inscribed : "We are still in Darjeeling in the north- 


em part of India, and this is the post card I found in this 
queer little town. I wonder if it seems familiar!" 

The officers of the A. B. graduating class are J. P. Nelson, 
President; A. J. Touart, Treasurer. Those of the B. S. are, 
C. R. G. Schimpf, President; J. Brown, Vice-President; T. J. 
Kelly, Treasurer. 

When our January number was in the press we received 
the news of the death of old Tom Nobles, the colored wood- 
man whose ax for more than a generation kept the fires of 
the College supplied with fuel. Spring Hill boys of the dis- 
tant past will remember the rotund form of Tom Nobles who 
used to supply them with chinkapins and other fruits of the 
forest. Tom always had "religion" and plenty of it, and was 
quite proud of his dignity as a deacon of Zion Church, where 
he was a "powerful exhorter" years ago when his thunderous 
voice shook the timbers of the little church. Many were his 
theological tilts with old Pleasants, our handy man, who is 
still whitewashing fences and clipping hedges, and still out- 
side the fold of Zion. For some years past Tom Nobles 
waxed fat and wheezy on the sunny side of the kitchen. Last 
summer the old man went to North Alabama on a visit, and 
all further trace of him was lost till the news of his death 
reached us. Tom had an agreement with some of the fathers 
of the College to attend him on his death bed, but his depar- 
ture made this impossible. 



This society has completed a very successful year under 
its experienced director, Rev. Fr. Guyol. The interesting 
debates that were held brought to notice unsuspected orator- 
ical powers. In their selection of J. P. Nelson for President, 
J. R. Garber for Secretary and J. E. Duggan for Censor, the 
members showed rare judgment. The closing meeting at the 
Lake was declared "the best ever." 

The motion favoring a larger and more powerful Amer- 
ican navy was decided by a good majority in favor of the 
affirmative side which was maintained by A. Touart and J. 
Brown, the negative having as advocates J. Garber and J. 

There was much interest and enthusiasm aroused in the 
subsequent debate when it was proposed that Chinese and 
Japanese immigrants should be admitted to the United 
States. The affirmative was argued by C. H. Adams and R. 
Reid who carried the point against their opponents, S. Braud 
and C. Laborde. 

The Federal control of railroads was defeated by a small 
majority in a full house. The victory rested with L. Blouin 
and J. Duggan, the defeated supporters of the motion being 
J. O'Flinn and F. Riffel. 

A topic less serious than the former closed the season's 
series of debates, the relative advantages of travel and read- 
ing being the subject of discussion. The stay-at-home party 
lost the decision. C. Ball and Ch. Schimpf as book-lovers 
were not able to convince the members who gave a good ma- 
jority to E. O'Neil and J. Toomey, the defenders of globe- 


The officers of the Library, Gymnasium and Billiard 
Room report that these departments are in excellent condi- 
tion and receiving much attention from the members. 

Following a meeting of the officers, at which the Rev. 
Director, Fr. Guyol, presided, the following candidates were 
admitted to make the final promises on May 27. H. J. 
D'Aquin, J. Moreda, W. Dunbar, W. Nicrosi, F. Delaune, W. 
Ducote, J. Becker, T. Grace, C. Plauche. 

(Drchxslra and Band 

Deprived of many of its opportunities for appearing, the 
Band has still continued to practice and has maintained the 
organization in a praiseworthy manner. Prof. Staub has 
reason to be proud of the Orchestra which, with the support 
of Prof. Suffich, has kept up the old standard of efficiency 
and excellence. The Orchestra received many compliments 
for the music which they played in the Hall of the K. C. in 
Mobile, whither they were invited by the Knights. We have 
published in this number the musi<- of a Spring Hill song by 
Prof. Staub. It has been much admired as a composition. 


While the Sanctuary Society, Library and Gymnasium 
continue to exist as organizations, they are without a home 
for the present, but will surely expand and develop with the 
enlarged rooms and superior conveniences that are introduced 
in the new building. To fit out these new departments in a 
fitting style will afford scope for the energy and enterprise 
of the coming officers and members. 

Thx £ntrj:etn» 

No stage — no play ; this put an end to the rehearsals of 
the drama that was to be put on the Doards at the half ses- 


sion, and the ambition of the actors had to be satisfied with 
the knowledge of how well they would have done if given a 
chance. The members had gone through the hardest part of 
the preparation only to find that their labor was in vain. 

On March 3 officers were chosen for the term : J. Bauer, 
Pres. ; J. McHardy, Censor ; M. Diaz, Sec. Among the inter- 
esting questions debated in subsequent meetings were the 
suffragette movement, Cuban annexation and Sunday base- 

Tte Sarialiig 

The position of Second Assistant becoming vacant, J. 
McHardy was chosen to fill the place. On May 22 the fol- 
lowing were admitted as candidates and in accordance with 
the rules of the sodality made the required promises : J. A. 
Berthelot, W. C. Braud, F. J. D'Albor, G. B. Finch, W. H. 
Kelly, E. L. Meyer, W. A. Miller, J. Peon, H. J. Prevost, 
T. Y. Potter, L. L. Toups. 

The Junior Band was in great danger of being reduced 
to silence on Jan. 18, and it is an interesting question whether, 
if the instruments had been destroyed in the band room, the 
members would still be entitled to the annual picnic. That 
t.he band was not reduced to a shapeless and noiseless lump 
v>f brass is evident whenever they practice "under the green- 
wood tree." Fortunately their energetic director, Professor 
Suffich, was at his post when danger threatened his collection 
of music and musical instruments, hence the band survives 
and flourishes and continues to improve under his able guid- 
ance. Tuesday, May 25, the members celebrated their sur- 
vival by a concert with accompaniment, at the lake side. 



We are pleased to acknowledge the receipt of the follow- 
ing: Agnetian Monthly; Fleur cle Lis; St. Mary's Sentinel; 
St. Mary's Chimes ; The Redwood ; Fordham Monthly ; The 
Columbia ; Georgetown Journal ; Loretto Crescent ; St. Igna- 
tius Collegian; Niagara Index; The Mercerian ; Mangalore 
Magazine; St. John's College Quarterly; Our Alma Mater; 
Mungret Annual; The Mercury; St. Angela's Echo; The 
Clongownian ; Estudios de Deusto ; The Mountaineer; The 
Record ; The Xaverian ; The Morning Star ; The Academy 
Review; The Xaverian (Melbourne); The Bessie Tift Jour- 
nal ; The Angeline Quarterly. 



m &. to., 4; s. h, or., 5. 

On February 14 our baseball season opened with a splen- 
did victory. The game was a pitchers' battle between Riffel 
and Ery. The former had the better of the argument the 
whole way through, yielding but three hits, walking only 
two, and hitting one. He struck out nine. Ery yielded two 
hits, walked three, hitting three and striking out only seven. 
The feature of the game was the sensational triple play of 
Nicrosi and Brown in the ninth. With Murphy on first and 
Benedict occupying second and none out, Townsend hit a 
liner to Nicrosi, who touched first, doubling Murphy, then 
throwing to second in time to catch Benedict. 

W. O. W. 

AB. R. 

Pocase, 3rd B 4 1 

Thomas, C. & L. F 4 2 

Langan, 1st B 4 

Smallwood, S. S 4 

Blalack, R. F 3 

Benedict, 2nd B 3 1 

Murphy, C. F 2 

Townsend, L. F. & C 4 

Ery, P 3 




PO. A. E. 




Total 31 


Not a few changes have taken place in the faculty since 
our last number, and chiefly of those who have been for a 
number of years connected with the college. 

Fr. Barland has gone to St. Andrew-on-Hudson, and Fr. 
Philippe has taken his place as V. P. Fr. McLaughlin, who 
has been succeeded by Fr. Frankhauser, is at the Sacred Heart 
College, Augusta, Ga. Fr. Butler is in Macon, Ga. Fr. 
O'Reilly is now vice-president at St. Mary's, Galveston, and 
Fr. Snebelen is also at the Texas College. Fr. De Stockalper 
is stationed at Grand Coteau, La. 

On Tuesday, Sept. 22nd, Rt. Rev. Bishop Allen of Mobile 
paid us a visit and surprised us with a half holiday. 

Rev. Fr. Boven, S. J., who, for thirty-five years has been 
working zealously among the poor and ignorant negroes of 
Grand Coteau, La., came to Spring Hill College in celebration 
of his golden jubilee in the ranks of the Society of Jesus. On 
Saturday, October 3rd, the bands came out to welcome him, 
whereupon the aged jubilarian requested Rev. Fr. President 
to reward us with a half holiday, which request was granted 
amid cheers. 

On Wednesday, October 7th, was held the first monthly 
exhibition. The orchestra and the bands played admirably 
well for their first month. After the distribution of cards our 
Rev. President announced that hereafter the monthly compe- 


titions would count one-half in the examination averages and 
that moreover the examinations in February and June were 
to be written. 

gmtiar (Elass J-xftihilixro 

On Wednesday, November 4th, the members of Junior 
Class entertained us with their exhiibtion. This class pre- 
sented essays, elegant and easy in style to the admiring audi- 
ence. But how much more interesting would their papers 
have been, had the articulation been more perfect. The music 
as usual came in for its full share of praise, and we may truly 
say that the standard set by former years has not been 



Bronze Horse Auber 

College Orchestra. 

Duet from Norma Bellini 

Clarinet, Violin, Piano. 

Au Printemps Arnold 

Senior Brass Band. 

The Royal Trumpeter Nick Brown 

Junior Brass Band. 

Reading of Notes. 


HORACE, an Appreciation 

S. Braud 


M. Neely 


B. Alvarez 

Distribution of Cards, 


On October 31st Rev. Fr. Semmes, S. J., who has been 
doing missionary work in the Philippines, was welcomed back 
to Spring Hill College, where for three years he had been 
Prefect of Senior Study Hall. A large number of the Seniors 
met Fr. Semmes, and expressed their pleasure at meeting him 

The Uetliiur ftnte 

On Wednesday, Nov. 12th, we witnessed the most suc- 
cessful comedy ever played in the College Auditorium. Per- 
haps the football clause, the cause of its production, was the 
chief instrument which paved the way for its overwhelming 
success. Although this play had already been presented at 
the College stage, three years ago, still the grace and ability 
of these Thespians of Spring Llill College gave new life and 
meaning to the piece. Mr. James Garber as Ebenezer Pack- 
ingham surpassed himself on this occasion, being always 
clearly and distinctly heard in every part of the Auditorium. 
Mr. W. F. Dugan, as Heinie Dinklespiel was also very good, 
though his voice was too low at times ; his good acting, how- 
ever, amply made up for this defect. Mr. Dugan's violin solo 
"Humoresque," drew forth continuous applause, not to be 
silenced till he favored the audience with an encore. Pro- 
fessor Staub directed the Orchestra, and excellent music was 

The Program. 

The Bronze Horse Auber 

College Orchestra. 
Act I — Sowing the Wind. 

Fiaker March Neidhart 

College Orchestra. 
Act II — Reaping the Whirlwind. 

Violin Solo — "Humoresque" Meynarski 

W. F. Dugan 
Act III— The Aftermath 

Wien bleibt Wien Schrammel 

College Orchestra. 


Special Musical Numbers. 

Act I— A Dream (Song) Bartlett 

Act II— Sam Toy (March) Jones 

The Cast. 

Ebenezer Packingham, from Kansas City . . . . J. R. Garber, '09 

Charles Packingham, Harvard, '07 J. E. Duggan, '10 

Percy Packingham, a poet T. V. Craven, 09 

Jim Packingham, his father's boy T. A. McDonough, '12 

A. Keene Shaver, a Theosophic barber D. S. Moran, '11 

Archibald Van Bibber, of the "400" B. D. Alvarez, '10 

Rev. James Tweedles, an African missionary, W.E. Dunbar, '10 

Tom Valentine, an old friend A. J. Touart, '09 

Heinie Dinklespiel, generally in the way. . . . W. F. Dugan, '09 
Bill Finnerty, "One of the Finest" L. J. Blouin, 09 

Time — The Present 
Scene — Drawing Room of Ebenezer Packingham's New York 


On Tuesday, 23rd of November, the bands went to Mobile 
to play for the Confederate Reunion at Bienville Square. 
Both bands played remarkably well. 

Sincere sympathy of his classmates and fellow students 
was extended to T. Wagner of the class of '09 on the recent 
death of his father. The class attended the funeral service. 
This sad occasion brought back to the college for a few days 
Mr. A. Wagner, S. J., who, three years ago, left to enter the 
novitiate at Macon. 

R. M. Stafford has enterd the Jesuit novitiate at Macon, 
Ga., whither our good wishes accompany him. 

The B. A. class on Nov. 16, and the B. S. class on Nov. 
18th, held their customary celebrations. Mine host on both 
occasions was an old alumnus, Mr. J. Fabacher, who has re- 
cently opened in Mobile a branch of the New Orleans house. 


Sophomore Class Exhibition. 

A rare treat was given us by the Sophomore class on the 
subject of "Sublimity." The papers were written in a neat 
and clear style. 

The Sublime By Members of the Class 

Fantasie Militaire Smith 

Arr. by A. J. Staub 

College Orchestra 
Brollop's March Sudermann 

College Orchestra 
In Dreamland, Waltz Brown 

Junior Brass Band 
Imperial Guard March Hull 

Senior Brass Band 

Reading of Notes — Distribution of Cards. 

koxst Nrrtes 

From Chalin's propensity for absorbing soda-pops, the 
Review surmises that he must have been operated on for ap- 
pendicitis, and had a sponge sewn up in him. 

Rah, rah, rah. 
Rah, rah, rah. 
Club Sandwich. 

Why does Henry Kevlin get so alert every time he hears 
a honk honk? 

Now that the College has installed a new boiler, why not 
get Blouin a new stomach? 

A Riddle: How much air can you see in a vacuum? For 
particulars apply to Dunbar. 



The State of Alabama recently issued a pension to Dug. 
Neely for services rendered in the Civil War. 

Have you heard of "Doc." Fenton? Yes — Well you must 
have heard of Riffel, too. 

Why those trips to New Orleans, Wallace K. ? 

Examiner : "Mr. Dugan, give me a syllogism out of 

Bill Dugan : "I asked the President to go to town. But 
Fr. Rittmeyer has charge of the band. Therefore there is a 
telephone in the V. P.'s office." 

Did Fort Morgan get that "Expectation Sauce"? Capt. 
Kelly says so, in a la "Marion Style." 

Jim Duggan has just completed his ballad: "Who kicked 
the football through Mike's legs"? 

What made Veltin play such ball? It must have been 
those Miller specials. 

Who v_o_c_i_f_e_r_a_t_e_d Touart's sentiments in the 

Into a butcher's shop 

One day I was allured; 
Behold, I saw him kill a hog, 

And then I saw it cured. — J. E. D. '10. 
Ball says this is Miltonic ; Strongheart simply wants to 
know if it is poetry. 

The nearest Steinreide came to football was his resem- 
blance to Marion's quarterback. 

Problem : If Wallet gets six long sleeps on one bruised 
shoulder, what price will cotton bring next year? 

Has football any advantages? Yes; it keeps Grandpa 
Frederic awake once a week. 

A message from Mars : And he got a dress suit — a green 


suit — a directoire overcoat, and a case of Tichnor's Antiseptic 
to bleach the face. No nose-guard necessary. — V. V. 

Craven says : "Don't go near it boys, it might explode." 
Sleepy was referring to the telescope. 

A Mobile firm has just finished a forty foot belt. Whether 
it is for Berthelot's waist, or Chappuis' hat band, the Editor 
is desirous of knowing. 

The last game's the best of all : at least so thinks Johnny 

The Coach told Dugan to say it in French. What do you 
know about that, Bill? 

While you are standing up, would you please be so kind, 
Le Beau, as to hand me my kite off the roof? 

•fa •&? 

We have been interested by our Exchanges in a question 
that seems to be growing in importance for college papers, 
namely — the relative amount of fiction and of more serious 
matter in their literary departments ; and the further question 
has also risen as to the preponderance of local items or of lit- 
erary contributions in the make-up of a magazine. We hope 
for a more extensive, discussion of the question, as it would 
tend to settle the differences of opinion that exist about the 
aim and scope of a college paper. Does the law of supply and 
demand apply to the case? Or are the purposes of various 
institutions so different that no broad guiding aim can be as- 
signed to all? To the Exchange man the settlement of the 
question is of the utmost importance. 

A large and handsome Alumni Number of The Moun- 
taineer was brought out in October in honor of the centennial 
celebration of Mount St. Mary's. Reminiscences in prose and 
verse, bright and interesting, fill its pages. We congratulate 
The Mount and The Mountaineer. 

Our Alma Mater from Sydney, Australia, closes its pages 
thus : — "Our Alma Mater is issued twice a year, at Midwinter 
and Christmas." That is a whole lesson in geography and 
astronomy. Now we know why Mrs. Partington subscribed 
so liberally for the conversion of her Antipathies. The good 
old lady wanted them to have Christmas at the right time. 
Riverview College students made connexion with the Amer- 
ican fleet recently. Matters of local interest make up the bulk 
of this decidedly elegant and readable magazine. 

A new and welcome visitor to our sanctum is Saint Ange- 
la's Echo from Dallas, which has just begun its second year 
of existence. Judging from its contents and the form in which 
they are presented, The Echo looks much older, — a remark 
which must not be misunderstood, as it intended to be com- 


plimentary to the staff as well as the magazine. Bright, brisk 
and diversified in the matter it contains, The Echo proves that 
a high literary standard is maintained in the Academy; while 
the departments of the Art Studio and Observatory and Lab- 
oratory manifest the complete and rounded character of the 

We are pleased to acknowledge the receipt of the follow- 
ing: Agnetian Monthly; Fleur de Lis; St. Mary's Sentinel; 
St. Mary's Chimes ; Purple and White ; The Redwood ; Ford- 
ham Monthly; S. V. C. Student; Pascua Florida; The Colum- 
bia ; Georgetown Journal ; Loretto Crescent ; St. Ignatius Col- 
legian ; S. V. C. Index; Niagara Index; The Mercerian ; Man- 
galore Magazine ; St. John's College Quarterly ; Our Alma 
Mater ; Mungret Annual ; The Mercury ; St. Angela's Echo ; 
The Clongownian ; Estudios de Deusto ; Saint Mary's Bulletin. 


CW-»*^~;i (Wt^HK Off! 

Won Four ! Lost Three ! Tied one ! Scoring 79 points 
in eight games to their opponents' 27. This is the sum total 
of the doings of the Yenni Hall Varsity during the Football 
season of 1908. Two games were lost by the close score of 
5-0, and 6-0; while the biggest score run up by the Varsity 
33-0, was made in a game Nov. 24th, against a team from 
the Little Yard. 

Captain George Horkan, Right Half, was a great ground 
gainer on the offensive ; while on the defensive, all who saw 
him rushing upon some runner who had slipped around end 
and passed the last safety, felt that the goal was safe, for a 
sure, hard tackle was bound to bring the runner to earth in 
his tracks. 

Adolph Suderman, Full Back, ploughed his way through 
the opposing line for big gains and played his part in the fake 
formations in most deceptive fashion. 

John Van Heuvel, after playing about one-third of the 
season, was obliged to relinquish his position at left half, owing 
to parental objection ; the team losing in him a speedy runner 
and heavy player. However, Danny McNamara, who replaced 
him, proved to be a worthy successor, and immediately be- 
came one of the mainstays of the team. 

The last member of the backfield, Norman McHardy, de- 
serves great credit for his splendid work at Quarter, his steady 
improvement in handling punts, and especially his tackling in 
the last three games. 

On the line, R. Ducote at center, more than held his own 
with any center of the opposing eleven ; his passing was accu- 
rate, and on the defensive a buck through center meant no 
gain. With Baxter on his right, and A. Boudousquie on his 
left, the center trio was as strong as any their size, and gains 
through this part of the line were few and far between. 

Frank Orfila, and Clifton Luisell, at Right and Left 
Tackle respectively, showed a marked and steady improve- 


ment as the season advanced, and always gave a good account 
of themselves. Notably in their tackle over tackle play. 

Finally, we come to the ends, the players who were most 
frequently called on to make or receive the forward pass. 
Both are fearless in breaking up interference; the brilliant 
tackling of Barker and the clever forward passing of A. Co- 
lomb always merited applause. 

On Nov. the 2nd Yenni Hall played its first game with an 
outside team, and the result was a tie score, 5-5. In this game 
the visiting eleven had an advantage of about 15 pounds to 
the man ; nevertheless, at the end of the first half the score 
was only 5-0 against Yenni Hall. In the second half Dolson, 
Kelly, Frederic and Touart were sent in, and after 17 minutes 
of desperate playing Dolson scored a touchdown. 

The heavy Taylor team was our next opponent. With an 
average of 110 pounds, the most they could accomplish was a 
touchdown in each half. A general shake up of the line at 
the beginning of the second half put Smith at end. With the 
ball in Yenni Hall's possession on her own 20 yard line, three 
forward passes in quick succession brought the ball to Peter- 
son's 25 yard line. On the next play Smith received the ball 
on a criss-cross pass behind the line and skirting right end 
went 20 yards before he was downed. Later he signalized 
himself by recovering the ball on Taylor's 2-yard line. How- 
ever, the weight of Taylor's line could not be overcome, and 
Yenni Hall was unable to score. 

Mr. T. King kindly acceded to the request of the boys, 
and spared neither time nor labor in coaching the team. We 
know his success, and what it cost, and are grateful. 

To train them in tackling, he rigged up a "dummy ;" and 
apart from its advantages it afforded any amount of fun for 
the Vets, while the new comers were mighty shy about making 
its acquaintance. 

TIib yhrarg 

The Library has a large membership, and many new 


books have already been received, while there is promise of a 
large increase in the near future. 

Tb* Nzar Star* 

Thanks to Fr. Ruhlman we have a new store, and it has 
been so conveniently placed and neatly built, that we owe him 
especial mention. 

vtt. M 

Spring Hill College 

Mobile, Alabama 

SPRING HILL COLLEGE is built on rising ground, five miles distant from 
MOBILE, and elevated one hundred and fifty feet above the sea-level. It enjoys 
a constant refreshing breeze, which renders its situation both agreeable and healthy. 
The surrounding woods affords the most pleasant summer walks. A never failing 
spring at the foot of the hill, and within the College grounds, furnishes an abundant 
and lasting supply of water to the beautiful lake where the students may safely enjoy 
the beneficial exercise of swimming. Long experience has proved that, owing to its 
position, the College is entirely exempt from those diseases which prevail at certain 
seasons in the South. 

The College was incorporated in 1836 by the Legi>lature of Alabama, with all the 
rights and privileges of a University, and empowered in 1840 by Pope Gregory XVI to 
grant degrees in Philosophy and Theology. 

The Directors of the institution are members of the Society of Jesus, which, from 
its origin has devoted itself to the education of youth. They will endeavor to show 
themselves deserving of the confidence reposed in them by evincing on all occasions a 
parental solicitude for the health and comfort of those entrusted to their charge, by 
sparing no pains to promote their advancement and by keeping a careful and active 
watch over their conduct. The exercise of their authority will be mild without being 
remiss, in enforcing the strict discipline and good order so essential for the proper 
culture of both mind and heart. By this two-fold education, which is based upon Re- 
ligion and Morality, they will exert all their energies not only to adorn the minds of 
their pupils with useful knowledge, but to instil into their hearts solid virtue and a 
practical love of the duties which they will have to discharge in after life. 

The public worship of the institution is that of the Catholic Religion, however, 
pupils of other denominations are received, provided that, for the sake of order and 
uniformity, they are willing to conform to the exterior exercises of worship. 

The plan of the institution is established on a large scale, and is calculated to suit 
not only the wants but the progress of society. It consists of three principal courses 
under the name of PREPARATORY, ENGLISH and CLASSICAL. 

French, German, Spanish, Italian, form separate courses, are optional, and are 
taught without extra charge. 

Extensive grounds, spacious buildings, commodious class rooms, library, reading 
rooms, billiard and recreation rooms, and the largest and best equipped college 
gymnasium in the South, afford every facility for the self-improvement and physical 
well-being of the student. 

For Catalogue, etc., apply to REV. F. X. TWELLMEYER, S. J., President. 

Academy of the Visitation 

Mobile, Alabama. 

The Academy of the Visitation, a boarding- school for young ladies, 

is situated on Spring Hill Avenue, midway between Mobile 

and Spring Hill. The location is one of the most 

desirable for health and educational pursuits. 

The course of studies embraces all the branches taught in the best schools. 
The Academy was founded in 1833 and has always been 

favored with liberal patronage. 

Classes begin early in September and close late in June. 

For particulars, send to the above address. 

St. Mary's Dominican Academy 

St. Charles Ave. and Broadway, NEW ORLEANS, LA. 

The Academy, chartered by the State of Louisiana and empowered to 
confer diplomas, offers every facility for a thorough education. For 
catalogue, etc., address Mother Superior. 

St Vincent's Church 

This Church, established 1 846, is located Cor. Lawrence 

and Palmetto Streets, Mobile, Ala. 

Very Rev. C. T. O'Callaghan, D. D. V. G., Rector. 

Rev. Daniel J. Sheehan, Assistant. 





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